‘Glad to leave those cows behind. Even now they are crowded together watching us from the gate,’ observed Tammy.
‘Don’t worry about them my dear,’ said the fox. ‘There is a long walk ahead but now we can take it nice and steady. It will be an opportunity to go over my ideas for moving you to a place of safety. Will mean an Underground alert and the assistance of what few are left that I can rely on.’
‘Where is Ramsden Woods?’ asked Tammy.
‘Miles away across the upper moorland,’ replied the fox.
‘How would we find our way?’ asked Ginger.
‘How what?’ asked the fox turning the side of his head downwards out of the wind.
‘How would we know the way to go?’ Ginger called loudly.
‘That is where the Underground comes in. Fortunately, I have a nephew who lives at Ramsden Woods who can be rel
