Spot the Hare

      There we were driving along when the boss, up in the turret, spots a hare right at the very edge of a field. I'll take a photograph says I, pulling over and getting the camera ready.
      By the time I had got out of the car the hare was showing a good turn of speed and had already covered one hundred and fifty yards or so, kicking up the dry soil in puffs of dust as he went, then he was gone.
       If you can see him mark the spot with an X then you'll know just where to look next time.