Pheasant Plucker

“I mean falconry is a weird life. In a way. I could sort of do without this. I’m here in this field 24/7 – last week I ate one of his frozen rats thinking it was a Calippo” – Harriet“And breathe. Each breath entering the lungs deeper. Deeper. Inside. Like...a vole, a vole into a hole. That’s right. Just listening to the sound of my voice. Like Simon says but without Simon. Just you and the mat. Not Matt or Simon or anyone. Just you. Following a simple set of movements, of ideas, like a set of chess you’ve inherited. Or a set of badgers, all the same, all different. But badgers. Which are movements” – Yoga Teacher“Daft and deliriously funny... Harriet’s personal voyage enables Bevan to reel out a range of perfectly executed and totally bats characters. A strong debut from an undoubted talent”

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Rafbók: 21 september 2016