A bag of 11 birds could not have been more enjoyed by guns,dogs or handlers. Our last day and some wonderful memories. Like Dora’s superb hunting in a field of roots and swinging round on point on a pair of partridge and James B. dropping the first and then cleverly dropping the second as James H. missed his target. And Jerzi’s unusual stance and point in the hedgerow which she forced into only to have a bright red fox run out on the far side between our guns. Five meters and we decided to let him go, so beautiful and he later trotted past us as if he knew he was safe!
