I have been recording my sporting activities for more than three decades. I live in East Anglia and seldom venture beyond the A1 unless it is to shoot
The journals of Victorian sportsman, reluctant hero and seducer Sir Charles Fortesque were recently unearthed. His diary reveals some of the lowlights of the era. In this extract he finds himself recruited to foil a dastardly plot at a shooting party
I'm suffering from a sore hip which is probably not unrelated to many long hours crouched on wet marshes in filthy weather. The NHS, however, thinks differently... very differently
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In which we consider some of the issues that attend the seething cocktail of hormones that may be provoked by the annual rise of temperatures and a resurgent countryside in Spring.
How to make it through the celebrations and the consequences
Uncle Giles offers some seasonal advice... in terms a chap might understand.
There is much more to a shooting suit than is obvious to the untrained eye, as I learned far too late
When it comes to the mixing of drinks with things that go bang, caution is advised, but a drop of something at elevenses does help to get into the spirit of the thing
At this time of year I find fishing solace in that part of the day when even I can do fishing like a real angler
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Wood pigeons are rightly regarded as a top-tier sporting bird, but what with wasps, nettles, the need for truckloads of clobber and the quarry's uncooperative nature, decoying them can be a pain in the proverbial
A sweltering day at the Royal Norfolk Show gave me hope for the future of the countryside
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The Prime Minister has suggested that young people should undertake some form of military training in a return to what was once called National Service. As the storm clouds gather, Britain's countryside stands ready
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My extensive fly collection contains no examples made by my own fair hand. Here's why.