Tuesday 5th February I've deliberately spared you the gory details of the last week of January. Copper and I were out on five of the last seven days. She is about the same age, in dog-years, as I am in human years. We both got stiffer and lamer as the days progressed; fine during the day but seizing up in the evening. We saw good sport with lots of walked-up pheasants, a few rabbits and at least one woodcock each day. One evening we waited by a flooded field and I shot a fine mallard while Copper coursed, and very nearly caught, a fox. Least pleasant event of the week was coming across a fallow buck with a horribly injured jaw, presumably the result of a road accident, and having to finish him off. Thank goodness I had a gun with me to do the job efficiently and humanely.
I've got a month before starting shows and eight staff to keep occupied. Four of us are doing little but catalogue old books, but the piles do not seem to diminish.
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