hi
i dont have a number or name mate sorry, i was once with some romany lads who lived up on the cross roads up woldgate, shooter smith and his family, this day we had been coursing round kilham, and my bitch had fractured a toe, they took me to a mans house, near that crossroads, he was a greyhound bone man, he knew everything, and helped me out, till the bitch eventually came right, it was a log time back though, but he might be still there if you ask about, cos he wasnt that old ,a very knowledgable man though, them romany lads know him well as he also helped them with there horses,