A beautiful day and the light breeze has the weathervane pointing to north but there is a promise from the weatherman of high winds later in the day.
The rough shooter with his dog makes me want to fill my pockets with cartridges and go for a walk with the gun to see if we can get two or three pheasants for a casserole. The shooting motto here is take only what you need and no waste, if you do have a small surplus pass it on so that the surplus benefits someone else.
The boss prefers hen pheasants for cooking, she reckons that they cook more tender than cock pheasants and the argument that if you were starving you would eat them carries no weight either.
So, I already know that next weeks walk around enjoying the landscape will result in me putting only cock pheasants up on the wing.