The mare was naturally very weak and almost in a state of collapse, so we gave her half a pint of neat whisky, rugged her up, and rubbed her all over with embrocation.

To us, a rainy day may mean that we have to rug up and stay inside out of the elements, but the coming of a storm or the rising swell will find a mulloway that lives and feeds along the beaches, waiting around a river entrance for the mullet...