A parting of the ways
It was a good shoot as shoots go and as shoots go, it went. It has happened to me a number of times. Now it is happening again. Sometimes the parting of the ways has been my fault, or anyway partly my fault, perhaps because the owner of the land or lease and I did not see entirely eye-to-eye about how the shooting should be conducted. In which case it is best to part, amicably if possible.
At other times, the parting of the ways has come as suddenly and unexpectedly as the outraged rise of a cock pheasant stepped upon while walking dogless through long grass. It happened to some friends of mine the season before last. After a
