Size doesn’t matter

BEFORE Christmas, we held our grande battue around the woods here. Rarely have I enjoyed a day’s shooting more, although, to borrow another French expression, feu de joie might describe the discharge of weaponry better, given the eventual size of the bag.

This is the third occasion in more than 30 years on which we have held this event, so a certain formality can now be attached to its execution. An invitation is extended to guns to attend a pheasant shoot, with the