"Come on Gramps, you old steam train!" Yelled a voice.
             "Calm down you 'rat-bag,' I'm old you know" replied another from within the brush. A head popped out, slightly wind-beaten and worn, "where ya to?" he asked. There was a small rustling to the right of him, "Not tellin'!" the voice yelled again. "I got better hearin' than you may think, me laddy. I know where yer too Danny!" said the old man sneakily as he gently eased himself from some brambles. There was a short silence of anticipation until finally a small boy of around 7 years old came darting out of the bushes, "ha, ha, but you still can't catch me!"
             "Yer right there!" muttered the old man to himself. "You don't half wear me out, I tell ya!"
             "When are we going to your den Granddad?" asked Danny, with the same tone as the last few times. "We're nearly there" replied the Grandfather. "Where's Jess?"
             "I dunno, probably in the river again"
             "Oh bugger, your Grandma in't gonna be best pleased I'm thinking." The Granddad then put his fingers to his mouth and let out a high-amplified whistle. The two of them stood still, awaiting some kind of movement. Quickly their eyes flew right to see a light brown lurcher sprint towards them with a look of desperation in her face. "Come on girl!" Yelled Granddad. He cuddled the dog for a long time, trying to slow them down from getting to the den. "Come on Granddad, or we won't ever get there in time!"
             "Alright, just give me a moment."
             "Yeah, just... just a bit of arthritis kickin' in. Come on then." They began walking for a short time until they came across a field that squeezed between huge woodland and a large trading estate hidden behind new-planted trees and a 10-foot fence. &qu...