Haw Haw Haw.

It's Saturday.

Went out armed with tripod and stuff, and tried my best to avoid the shooters who were banging away at the peasants, sorry, pheasants.
However, we met up eventally, and I was advised to 'retreat' for my own safety.
One of them asked me if I was a spy!
I asked him if he would believe me if I said 'no'.
Too much Sloe Gin, methinks.

JimH.