A pig absconded from the farm back in December. It was a Gloucestershire Old Spot boar and weighed about as much as a baby grand piano. Where was it? Someone glimpsed the fugitive darting down Green Lane; next day, cyclists saw it in the snowbound churchyard; a week later, it had visited a garden. Then the pig disappeared without trace … until today. Out walking in the woods this afternoon, we heard grunting from behind an old, hollow oak tree.