A magical landscape of marshes and mud
In the first article of this series, Patrick Galbraith visited Hull on a wildfowling pilgrimage. He paid tribute to Stanley Duncan on whose headstone are inscribed the words, “Not for One but for All” (20 November).
For at least 100 years before Duncan founded Wildfowlers’ Association of Great Britain and Ireland (WAGBI) in 1908, fowling had been bringing together the most privileged of Victorian gentlemen and the toughened professionals who plied their trade to forge a hard-won living: two ends of the social spectrum — the ‘all’ to whom Stanley Duncan referred.
“Their shared love of wild places and wildfowl shaped the sport that still inspires us today”
The county boundary dividing Suffolk and Essex has been the scene of epic tales of different sorts. As my two friends and I made the long walk on to the low-tide pre-dawn mudflats of the estuary, we paid a quiet tribute
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