Some years ago, while based in Norfolk, I carried out quite a number of sorties on the Wash at the RAF bombing range of Holbeach. I had even come to terms with the geese, and the first sight and sound I had of them is indelibly imprinted on my memory.
My friend Arthur, although experienced in inland wildfowling, had never been on a coastal marsh, and I was determined that he should be initiated. I knew that the marshes were not as free as on my previous
