Now we all know of the halcyon day of the past when young lads mooched round hedges and to eggs for there own modest collection.I for one used to do it but dont anymore.I like many others had my shoebox filled with cotton wool to house my little collection.however in a moment of nostalgia i did a little reasearch and was amazed to find this.Its taken from the Gardian newspapaers lengthy article.
"It's about a guy in Coventry leaving at night and driving to Scotland, walking 15 miles through fields of snow, abseiling down the crag, knocking the golden eagle off its nest, stealing the eggs,