I had a flick through Working for Grouse while I was away in Cornwall, and I’m always surprised by the quantity of material I end up posting. I suspect that most of my regular readers have established some kind of filter system by which they can pick and choose the articles they’re interested in, and I’m always hugely flattered when I meet people who claim to read every post – If you are one of these readers, I congratulate you – it’s a lot of stuff to wade through.
I had thought of doing a roundup of the year, but work and priorities don’t allow much of a review at the moment. I will highlight two of my favourites while there’s time, if only to remind myself of why I bother with all this relentless typing.
The first is “All Night” , recalling a sleepless night in July and a successful morning’s roe buck stalking on the heather before the sunrise – and the second is “At Home with the Wheatears” – notes from a blissful day in early April when it seemed like the summer of 2015 was going to be a thing of beauty. How wrong I was, although the disastrous washout of blackgame in Galloway has mercifully not proved to be as apocalyptic as feared in August.
There are many other bits and pieces, and several that I haven’t had the time to re-read, but I daresay that I will find time someday. In the meantime, Happy New Year to all readers, wherever you are.