Out with a couple of guys, I've not been with before. They had five polies, four jills and one hob. I have two jills; one cinnamon and her mother a very sleek silver. We went to one of their plots, a bit of dissused railway. We set off at 9:30, and the weather was awful, cucking it down and damn windy.
The first set we get to is a small ten/eleven holer, we decide to put one of mine and one of thiers' in, so my more experienced and the same with them, goes in. A few minutes pass while we all slowly drown in the rain, then I hear an almighty racket coming from a close by hole. Theres squeeking