t the time of writing, we had our last day on the grouse just a week ago and, this year, it felt more special than ever. Reflecting on our season, I was transported back to those balmy August days, which seemed sweltering when standing in short sleeves in a butt, and to September, watching fog hug the purple hilltops as it rolled in. I never cease to wonder at the changing
Country Diary
Dec 14, 2022
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