When a thick hare meets a thicker man, sparks fly - Dear Diary, It's a Wednesday night, and I'm driving back to Dingle to collect a few bits. I like this as getting out of the house at all is a bit of a treat these days, and all is well until I make the turn before the iron bridge, just down from my house.
I slam my brakes. A hare has run out in front of my car.
I'm shook, but I'm glad I didn't hit the fella. Animals are better than people, so the more hares we keep alive, the better.