A thin line in the distant winter sky catches my eye, like an unsteady pen stroke, but one that instinctively sets my pulse racing a little quicker and forces me to look again. I watch intently as the line wavers, breaks, reforms and slowly edges forward following the meandering course of the river below.
Read moreUnder speckled starlight we busily got to work setting homemade silhouette decoys into the short, grazed marshland. I took instructions from my father to space them well apart and carefully angle each one head into the wind, tilted slightly back from the direction we expected the geese to approach. Every act was blind in the inky darkness and carried out by feel alone.
Read moreI hear them long before I see them, their sporadic calls scythe through the gusting southerly wind and send me spinning for cover against a solitary gorse bush. A redshank shrills in alarm at my sudden movement and wisps hurriedly away. “Stay still. Good lad.” I snap, pulling Kenzie close into my side, his body stiff with tension, eyes fixed in the direction of the unseen skein.
Read moreAndy Roberts enjoys a connection with the land primarily through country sports. Not formal organised affairs, but solitary outings (perhaps with a friend, definitely with a dog) which offer wilder experiences and a more intimate relationship with nature and the landscape.
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