Growing up in rural Yorkshire in the 1940s and 1950s, Terry Wilson spent his school days hunting down "Just William "books, cutting up apples to help with fractions, and staring out the window dreaming up new schemes. But it was on the Dales themselves that Terry came into his own. Whether he was out-fishing the adults with his homemade rod, grouse-beating for the lady of the manor, helping to bring in the farmers hay in exchange for rabbit shooting rights, or growing his own prize caulis, his idiosyncratic and inventive mind is only matched by his love of nature. Told with affection, dry...