Enjoying mist opportunities
Baking in 29-degree heat in Northumberland on the Glorious Twelfth with a tepid glass of whisky in my hand, I had high hopes for fantastic weather for the next day when I would be walking up onto the moor for a day of grouse shooting.
The landscape was breathtakingly beautiful. I was staying in a valley made up of grass paddocks, with some docile sheep and cattle lying lazily under lone trees.
I was chatting with headkeeper Alan Prewitt about the numbers of grouse we could expect. “We’ve had a fairly good spring and, hopefully, we will see good numbers of grouse. Tust make sure you don’t shoot a black grouse.”
This last bit of information caught me off guard and, seeing the surprise on my face, he beckoned me over to one of
