BY NIGEL BEAN The end-of-terrace cottage with its well-manicured garden and side driveway, affectionately so-named by those that grew up in the village with the local poacher’s stories and antics. Although I would never say he was an outright poacher, more an opportunist. Mr Rolfe was his name, but the kids knew him as ‘Punch’ with his blood shot eyes and his dog called ‘Sparky’. … Continue reading Poacher’s Cottage