Stratton Strawless
Created | Updated Jan 28, 2002
But come Winter and the loke was piled high with snow, the dogs went wild chasing pheasants and never catching them and we'd shoot the shotguns out of the windows at anything we could eat.
But that's stopped now.
Further down the road they said there was an tiny airstip where illegal immigrants were flown in from the continent. And nearby in a sad little bungalow lived one of Idi Amin's military advisors who kept his roses neat and tidy and had a scrap book full of photos of tortured children.
A curious place, inhabited on one side of the road by scrap yards guarded by chained wild dogs; whilst on the other side of the main road was the largest ceder tree in England. Oh, and the burial mound called Fiddler's Green.
And that's where Agonistes got his name.