|Our journey across the city to find our first practising falconer was just from a spy movie.
It was getting late and the light was fading fast, we were bundled into a taxi for a dozen miles, then we hopped onto a bus only to get onto another then another taxi towards a very doggy looking part of town.
By now my guide was getting a bit edgy as we were asked to walk though the alleyways of apartment blocks until we came to another bus stop where a phone call was made from a street phonebox.
We waited and eventually a young man came out of the gloom, greeted us and took us to a high rise apartment where his mother greeted us at the door.
Just before I left he tied a small hood made to fit a shrike to the strap of my shoulder bag as a gift.