Shoot season has started. N loves spending time being a gamekeeper – he goes out with his dad on the quad bike at the weekends to feed the pheasants. And then when there’s a shoot, he goes after swimming to join the others and do some beating.
His shooting jacket was a handmedown from his cousin last year. I reckon he’s got this year and next to wear it unless he has a huge growth spurt.
This year they had to change the pub they go to for the shoot dinner afterwards. The old pub was our nearest, with great hospitality and food. N loved it because the kids could go out and play in the nearby field afterwards. But he wasn’t impressed with the new pub this week. Supposedly the yorkshire pudding wasn’t very good (the OH said it was fine just different), and it was boring because there was nothing to do there.