“Do you have any venison for sale?” I asked. I’d just been reading about deer stalking (in Andrew Painting’s book Regeneration) and knew that our island is abundant with red deer.
“We don’t but… would you like some? You’re Theo aren’t you? Your mother taught me English, probably before you were born. Just a minute…” and I was left alone in the shop while…
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