Species galore in the wild west
“Isee you’ve got the right kit on today,” said Matt Rowe as he stretched out his hand in greeting. The last time I had travelled to the seaside cliffs of Cornwall I had forgot the essential breeks — and had suffered the embarrassment of sporting a pair of tight jeans in bone-chilling wet weather. This time, two years on and having learned from my mistake, I was warmly wrapped in tweed.
Endslee is a syndicate-run shoot headed by Matt and his father Colin. Two years ago their pens were vandalised by people who believed that they had a right to trespass and release pheasants by destroying property. Colin reported there was nothing much he could do other than repair and rebuild the shoot from the ground up.
The variety of species that are on display in the small plot of
