NDC
Somehow, it seems to be Christmas again. No sooner had our sloes taken to their gin, where they are steeping peacefully ahead of a rude awakening with cold champagne, than suddenly, discussions about the festive table were happening. Like most country folk, I’m a huge fan of Christmas, not just because it keeps me out of a snipe bog for a day to dry my boots off, but because it galvanises our community like little else.
The church, the pub, the shoot
