Rabbit Stew

I was driving back home tonight when my phone rang. I pulled over and tonights dinner was just sat there.

But I didn't have a spear. Did once at a scout camp. It was back in 1985. I was 11. It was july at Haddo house. Very nearly 27 years ago.

I came home on the day of live aid, a changed lad. Dirty, with a rabbit tale in my ruck sack. Mother was shocked. They always remind me of that week in Haddo.


I'd never kill one now of course. (nor did I back then either)