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Surrey is a lovely county; what a pity it is so badly off for gamekeepers. Never have I seen so many carrion crows and magpies, and even the pigeons appear to shun the beech woods and rolling downlands. But what a place it could be for high pheasants. You could launch them off the top of Titsey Hill and stand the Guns in the far pastureland below. I went to bed dreaming of it.
We were going back to Norfolk next day, and I had hoped for time in front of the snow. That night it started, nasty little powdery
