After a night of high winds and torrential rain a sense of calm has returned; with light a breeze, blue skies and that old cloud favourite cirrus, streaked and swirled into mare's tails Although the weather vane is pointing roughly west the cirrus clouds, tens of thousands of feet above are coming from a much more northerly direction.
Seeing the sharply silhouetted shooter and his labrador sends images through my imagination of a pheasant casserole and a glass of fine burgundy; in fact I can almost smell it.
I think I feel a seasonal shoot for some walked up game coming on.