Clocking on for the cull
As I clicked the gate padlock shut carefully and scrambled its combination, the village church clock struck 9pm. It’s unusual to hear the bells so clearly here but on a typically still and humid summer evening it wasn’t a complete surprise, merely a strong indication of the airless conditions.
“The imperceptible movement of the Merkel trigger dispatched the ballistic-tipped coup de grâce”
Rifle, thermal, sticks and binoculars were quickly gathered from my truck, the essentials for a quick hour around this patch of young oak, alder and birch. It is now well over head height and safe from browsing, but without
