Our wild weekend this time was Walking with Wolves. In deepest, darkest Berkshire. Not usually the sort of place you anticipate hearing the eerie howls of Canis Lupus, baying lustily to the moon before setting out in a throat-tearing pack to dismember unsuspecting victims.
There was certainly nothing eerie about the bright Saturday morning, the M4 and the impressive real estate around Beenham. The only thing that struck fear into our hearts was the behaviour of two lorry drivers on the A420. Continue reading “Walking with Wolves”