So it went at Castle Clark.
The most difficult part of the relationship, her’s and mine, was denying her, (and me), of the multiple opportunities to do things that she begged and wheedled for, but which would have ended badly for both of us. Discovering Tanya self-tied in the attic or tightly stretched spread-eagle on one of the four poster beds, all apertures well stuffed and hooded, was such a common occurrence that I was by now more or less immune to such enticements. However, this was not true for the grounds man and his staff who I knew full well took advantage of the little minx whenever they could, finding her hog-tied in the tool shed or garage where the tractors and lawn mowers were kept. Half of the estate’s staff, male and female, had been run off with an over-under shotgun jam
