February 15, 2010 | Leave a comment Looking out over a beautiful stretch of the Dorset countryside… and wondering, where are they now?… peering into the hills for a tell-tale glimpse or moving figures on horseback, or hounds spreading over a field. That you know they are there, doing what they are doing, changes everything, even when you can’t see them. Eerily, out of sight, out of sound, they are relentlessly seeking a small wild animal. That hard-faced, uniformed group that had convened in a field on horseback, with a pack of dogs that poured past us out into the lane, are concealed in the folds of landscape trying, with great, determined and concentrated intent, to bring destruction on a life. This does not appear in the tourist brochures.