When in doubt, hunt

Tessa Waugh wonders whether lingering in Downton Abbey waking dreams might be more enticing than rousing two teens for autumn hunting, but finds herself pleasantly surprised

Middle age throws up some surprising laughs for Tessa Waugh and friends hacking home from a meet, as they grapple with “phone-based practices” usually employed by younger generations

Does the abundance of rowan berries really forecast snowy days and a hard winter, muses Tessa Waugh , as a home meet draws people of all ages, stages and pre-dawn routines

Our columnist fondly recalls her first experiences of the world of work – and a few mishaps!

Autumn trail-hunting has arrived, but Tessa Waugh is more concerned with matters closer to home as her husband is “replaced” with a terse stranger on her first morning back out

ELLEN was expecting someone else entirely when Hugh walked into the Black Horse. She dropped the cloth she’d been using to polish the bar and flashed her best welcoming smile. “Hi Ellen,” Hugh greeted