Hound and hatred
Switching on the car radio this evening, the lines sounded familiar – an RTE dramatisation of “The Hound of the Baskervilles” by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. The story was familiar from schooldays, when landmarks from the story were associated with the countryside around..
Our school was on Dartmoor, four miles from the village of Widecombe in the Moor. It was beautiful countryside and some of us on summer Sunday afternoons would walk along the narrow moorland road to Widecombe. There was never much entertainment for teenage boys when we reached …