I'm not the pheasant plucker......

....I'm the pheasant pluckers son.

The decision was made last week to try and get some pheasants for the next community lunches. So our local farmers shoot was applied to and this morning I went over to help 'do' them, as they had been hanging for four days. Rather than horrify the community with a blip of the piles of flesh, I thought a nice gentle cookery book turned to the game bird page may suffice.

Old time music hall practice this afternoon. The show is beginning to take shape. We may be going on tour to Exford this year.... Just for one night.