On my way to the folk club last Friday eve, I spied a young rabbit sitting by the roadside a few yards ahead. As I approached, at about 50 mph, said young rabbit decided to play a game of chicken with my car, and unfortunately did not win! My route was through miles and miles of countryside, and I had to wonder what fatal fascination drives rabbits into deciding that a stretch of tarmac is infintely more pleasurable to hop around on than a field of fresh green grass. I felt quite sorry having wiped out a young rabbit, but couldn't really avoid it. On the same subject, there looks to be an awful lot more rabbits around this year in Kent, and most of them seem to prefer sitting on verges watching the cars go by!