Let the devil take the hind most
It feels like autumn has arrived early this year; the bracken turned almost overnight and whooper swans began trailing south from Greenland and Iceland and pitching camp on Loch Brora. Their familiar ‘hoot hoot’ is always a welcome sound, a soft and gentle herald of the season. Skeins of pink-footed geese and greylags soon followed suit, great Vs of dark bodies against stormy skies.
“This year has played havoc with normal routines”
The season isn’t particularly early, but the way this year has been has played havoc with normal routines and the stag season rolled round almost without warning. It’s my fifth season stalking here now, though this year has been a little different to all the rest, given the dearth of clients. Our usual groups of Scandinavians and Europeans have been quarantined overseas
