The tent cloth was brusquely yanked aside before she could finish her sentence, and Edored’s habitually overexcited voice burst in. ‘Nosebreaker!’ I nearly jumped head-first through the ceiling cloth. The alf came trotting in with a worryingly broad smile on his face, his leather coat snapping around his legs – looking like he was the tirelessly determined dog and I was the stick he had been looking for since sunrise. His exalted ‘There you are!’,
