The following is an extract from ‘Talk to the Tail’ by Tom Cox
19 May 2009
Am I now officially hound-friendly? It would seem so. This afternoon I walked, Henryless, between the Norfolk villages of Castle Acre and West Acre. After a mile or two, I passed a welcoming-looking pub, with ‘Don’t Spook the Horse: 7.30′ written outside. I couldn’t work out if this served as an advertisement for some live music, or just as a general instruction for the welfare of passers-by. No horse emerged, but a small brown mongrel – the kind of dog a person finds himself wanting to call ‘Rascal’ – did, then followed me down a lane leading to a ford. I attempted to shoo him back, but he seemed quite determined, and continued to walk a few paces ahead of me. There was a presumption about this on his part, as if this had all been prearranged by a third party: his dark lord and master, perhaps, who lived in cave at the end of the footpath he now led me along.
Okay I know that isn’t actually a review, but it is our name in a publication…