..meanwhile, back to Glaisdale. A delightful small village nestling in the lee of the evocative North Yorkshire Moors, haunted by curlews and a dwindling population of rabbits (courtesty of local lurchers). This rural paradise, this idyllic corner of Britain.   But what is this? The occasional cyclist is to be seen, in a very high gear labouring up a gentle incline. His sensitive enamelled finger nails are wrapped up in cotton gloves in case of an accident. white clouds of steam can be seen from a distance as the bitter cold shows illuminates his sharp breathing - the product of 30 samson a day/ A rifle cracks, a sausage is consumed as the gloaming settles over Lazydale.