The pigeon incident.

Went out to take some shots of Damo shooting pigeons over the pea stubble today. Still too warm for my liking and Damo was cross about his hit rate. Still, he has shot a few this week. Thing was his little hide was a bit cosy for two old Norfolk boys and my legs went to sleep. Plus I was sitting on a box full of cartridges with spent ones raining down on me and I kept wondering how much of my arse I would lose if my weight set one off. Had to retire to the Fox at pint o'clock though Damo was having another hour and then a trip to the allotment. Blast me he'll be thursty by then!