It is pheasant shooting time again around here with a cacophony of gunshots every Wednesday and Saturday. The survivors fly in to our fields cackling loudly – they seem to be all cock pheasants and they look very splendid. We are a safe haven, we have no guns as is shown by the very large number of rabbits lolloping round the fields. I would like to pot a few of those as I love rabbit and have lots of marvellous recipes for it.
Joshua is coming home mext Sunday for ‘reading week’, sounds like a good wheeze to me. We will be able to go on some long seaside walks looking for fossils. Chas isn’t very keen on that sort of thing but the boys and I are addicts. We have never found anything serious, just lots of ammonites lying on the beach. Some people go and hit the cliffs with hammers but we never venture up there as there are always falls and the thick blue Charmouth mud is pretty treacherous.