This month has seen the first pheasant shoot of the season. I had thought optimistically, that this would mean I’d have Saturdays with N while his dad was shooting. Of course that didn’t happen, so after swimming N got ready and waited to be picked up and taken off for the day to be a beater.
His get up was interesting…I’m not sure his minion bobble hat was particularly appropriate, and I heard he soon shed his coat because he’s been given a hand-me-down shooting coat from his cousins. So it seems that every shoot day I’ll be lonely and left to my own devices while he spends a day out walking the countryside.