
There was a flash of black, a deep snarl and it was gone. Once again the desolate landscape of Exmoor was empty, save for a few sheep returning nervously to their grazing.
By John Griffiths
Published: September 27 2008 01:45 | Last updated: September 27 2008 01:45

There was a flash of black, a deep snarl and it was gone. Once again the desolate landscape of Exmoor was empty, save for a few sheep returning nervously to their grazing.