Family values
As long-term readers will know, I take a yearly sporting sojourn to Scotland and have done since what feels like time immemorial. Traditionally it has been in September, but the combination of the Covid circumstances and the War Office’s available leave necessitated bringing it forward this year, and I am just a week back from an August sporting holiday as I sit down to write this. It was much needed. Spending the entire summer under national house arrest had left me climbing the walls with un-spent energy, so as soon as the lockdown was lifted sufficiently I saw to the roebucks on my own patch as a priority and then immediately started looking northwards. A week in the hills and among the lochs was an absolutely perfect antidote to the long…
