The bus shelter....

At Ashcombe - the shooting ground we go to reasonably regularly. The name is fairly obvious! We however went up into the sporting section where we liberated many clays from their trap to roam the countryside to breed. A good day with a whole lot of laughter which is always good. We don't take ourselves too seriously. However N and I decided that perhaps we are in need of another lesson so that we are able to stop these clays escaping and breeding!!