Uncle Willy could be counted on, he could juggle, yodel and do a jig on the cricket pitch. Best of all Willy had a way with words. In his Baritone drawl he would hold-forth why all young houndling’s should stay up late, eat lashings of Cherry-whistle pie and engage in what he termed “large helpings of raucousness”… then he would quietly disappear into the night leaving young houndlings to dream dreams as big as the moon.
