The Big Wood below our house was out of bounds. When my father – who never owned a cap, so could not go cap in hand, and whose hair had receded and left him without a forelock – went to see the lady of the manor about the house, it was made clear that we were never to go in the Big Wood. And any pheasant feathers found around our house might have us out on the roadside.
Ruling the Roost
Ruling the Roost
Ruling the Roost
The Big Wood below our house was out of bounds. When my father – who never owned a cap, so could not go cap in hand, and whose hair had receded and left him without a forelock – went to see the lady of the manor about the house, it was made clear that we were never to go in the Big Wood. And any pheasant feathers found around our house might have us out on the roadside.