EATS, SHOOTS AND LEAVES
s I write this, hunkered down in the Yorkshire Dales in full rain gear, crouched behind a wall on a grouse moor considering the prospects for autumnal sport, most of the chatter is about the devastating effect of a little mite called the heather beetle, which is consuming the fragile ecosystem that grouse need to survive. The once purple moorland is turning a worrying ginger colour, and with
