Hmm, Don't know if the bandwidth is available for all I would like to say about this one,Well here goes,I decided to travel a day early giving me the chance to stalk on the last day of the Roebucks, Travel commenced at 04.30 on a very wet morning being on the tail end of a seriously bad weather system, effects were similar to being in a large vehicle wash for 4+ hours so all that muck from the underside of the Landrover was history, I arrived at the destination & did a recce then went off to nearby Axminster to bimble about for awhile & was dismayed to see that the place was turning into a tumbleweed film set just like so many back home, when daylight arrived in full I was taken by the similarity of the landscape to my home in Cheshire, just with an added pinch of steroids, really lush pastures mixed with steep sided valleys topped off with iron age forts scattered with nice blocks of what proved to be aged old English broadleaf woodland , (none of that fir stuff some people find claustrophobic). Standing next to my truck before returning to my destination I spotted a vehicle travelling through the town that looked familiar & the occupants locked gaze with me, Yup it was Mr Farrington himself!. After having a coffee in a very plush hotel in the village I was staying in I received a call to come on in! On arrival I was met with a cheery wave indicating where I should park from Jo & was then shown around a most stunning hunting lodge that would be my home for the next few days,filled with mementoes of hunts around the world both recent & long since past, I fancied I could hear the campfire chatter on the way up to the bedroom, (I will post a couple of pictures when I figure out how to do so without mucking everything up! to be continued, Steve.