Come all ye
I recently had the great pleasure of visiting the Chichester Wildfowlers’ Association. Some of you will know that the harbour there was much loved by Noel Sedgwick, one of the great former editors of this magazine. As the sun went down, I pictured him, whisky bottle in his pocket, looking out over the same sea many decades ago. Steve Borland, the club member I was with, asked me on the way back why I thought there are fewer wildfowlers now. It’s complicated. In truth, youngsters don’t like working hard for their sport in the way they once did — most people no longer have to. But I wonder also if wildfowling clubs are as friendly as they could be. I’ve met some brilliant people but I’ve also met a few who believe…