Calories, clays and cartridges
Though I had never been historically overweight, years of driving thousands of miles and consuming daft quantities of garage food saw my weight about 10 years ago soar to more than 16 stone. I felt tired, and running up a flight of stairs would leave me gasping. The thought of stalking in the Highlands filled me with dread. Something had to be done. A programme of cycling, running and walking saw me shrink to just over 12 stone. To put it in perspective, I managed to shed about the equivalent of a gralloched roebuck. Enthusiasm for exercise waned and two stone has gone back on — the equivalent,
