Lapses of memory, things left undone, things dropped on the floor and not picked up - I realise that I am not as good as I used to be. But then, I never was as good as I used to be.
But it's not all bad news out here on the fens. My gorgeous cock pheasant is not only back most days strutting majestically round my back lawn picking up titbits, but he has also taken to roosting at night in the tall thorn hedge on the east side of the garden. I have become very protective of him and will not allow anyone to mention game chips in his presence.
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