Country Diary
The red deer hind weighed in at a shade over 11st. She had been shot on Monday on the crags of Borrowdale in Westmorland, bought back home to Suffolk the following day and had hung in my cold shed for six days.
Having arranged with my friendly local butcher, Shaun Palfrey, that he would carry out the butchery of the beast, all I had to do was skin her. Skinning a red is
