It was nearly 19yrs ago when I moved to the village where I now, still dwell. I had two or three terriers at the time who saw plenty of work, and after a few weeks chatting (and drinking) with the local keepers down the pub, I managed to secure some permission right on my doorstep, I ended up with everything in the surrounding area, but to start with they threw me a few scraps just to see the cut of my jib so to speak. Anyhoo, I digress. The very first place I was sent a three to four acre pine wood which set next to a bit of grassland of the Same size with a big chalky pit in the middle of it