‘Poaching’ on the Derwent

Poaching – conjures up images of wily old men, clever as a foxes and twice as cunning. Bedecked in a long but well worn Barbour, inside pockets nicely flushed out with a brace (or two) of Pheasants/Rabbits/Hares, only taking what they need to put a square meal on the family table back at the little cottage in the forest. Hold that … Continued