I first met Sally when she asked me to catch a pesky mole who had turned up in her lawn at her cottage on the canal in Alrewas. That was several years before I saw her riding with the Meynell. Sally had the lovliest smile and always went out of her way to say "Hello moley !" from her enormous horse when we met out hunting. So sad that she had to leave us. Far too young. My love and best wishes to Mike, xxx