IT’S HARD to put into words that feeling, walking back at the end of a shooting day with your gun in its slip hanging from your shoulder, a brace dangling from your hand, and your dog finally tired enough to heel. Fortunately Colin Allbrook can put it into a painting. He reflects: “It is all I have ever done for a living, and I just love doing it. You get that light, often at the end of an autumn or winter afternoon, and something you have walked past 50 times suddenly changes
