SOME DAY MY PRINTS WILL COME

This picture came in late last night from Chris B (16) a friend of my increasingly disreputable nephew (and chosen heir) Dave Braund-Phillips.

Chris and a mate were driving back to his home near Shebbear (yup, the place where The Devil incarnate is supposed to live under a large rock, even though the only time we looked we could find nothing but woodlice) from their college near Camborne in Cornwall when they stopped near a humpbacked bridge (probably for nefarious purposes involving two one-time friends of mine named Mr Benson and Mr Hedges, but we won't go into that). There they found this print in the mud patch by the side of the road, and photographed it using Chris's fist as a scale...

Sadly, we reckon that its probably a dog, but we thought that it was worth sharing it. Ironically it is the smaller footprint in the above right of the picture that I find more intriguing, but that is the way that the cookie crumbles.