Sunday morning saw these stout bulldogs, working away in a wood in the west country, armed with nothing more lethal that a hangover & I my on case the ill-effects of the previous nights arse rattling curry.

In the lamentable absence of any power tools, the game pen’s intermediate posts had to be put in by hand, the old-fashioned way – with post drivers & a little elbow grease. So that was 30 posts knocked in, plus a further 2 more substantial posts dug & concreted in to provide a gate way. Just another 10 intermediates to go in next weekend & then it will be time for the wiring party

Now, the anti-shooting rabble that bangs on about pheasant shooting being the preserve of toffs might just like to note that in the photo below of yesterdays working party, there are two teachers, one accountant, one surveyor & one agronomist. Hardly the gin swilling toffs of the Rolls Royce & rifle brigade – sadly I doubt this makes any difference to our fearless class warriors & animal rights nutters