Winston sofa sitting with pheasants on Blenkinsop and Union.

Robert phoned, introduced himself, and told me he had found a sofa covered in pheasants. He also had a dog ready to go, Winston. Turned out Winston was a gorgeous, big Rottweiler. When he jumped out of the car I wondered if he was going to fit on the sofa. The afternoon sun was low, the weather balmy. A neighbour, sipping a gin and tonic joined us for the shoot