Our reporter was quietly minding his own business at a lawyer’s do he was covering for the B.V. when he became engaged in conversation with His Honour Judge Norman Rudd who is also a local farmer. “You live at Blissford don’t you?” he remarked. Astonished he knew my name I began to pay attention. “How’s my friend, Fuzzy?” Slightly perplexed I asked: “Who?” The Judge smiled, “My friend Fuzzy Horsborough, we call him Fuzzy because he’s short, very hairy and has thick pebble glasses that he pears through! He and his brother Chris help me out and third brother is a slaughterman!” Its good to have friend at Court!

Sheriff in High Speed Chase

It was reminiscent of Steve McQueen in Bullit as the rusty suburu cranked off the Green opp Post Box cottage and took off towards the Watersplash. The B.V. Delivery Man had been quietly making his way to Moorcroft when he met the High Sheriff who was having difficulties getting two young cows up the lane with only Pixie to help. With three it was easier and they were almost into the field at the Post Box when an out of valley person spooked them off and running. Pixie barking excitedly exacerbated the situation. The High Sheriff must have terrified the man in the Noddy car as she lept for her car and overtook him, exhaust smoking in the trusty Suburu and headed off the stampeding cattle just as they reached Brook Farm. The High Sheriff was in charge last week of the High Street in ‘Fordy’ for the late night shopping.