Here I stand looking out onto ground that I stalk and shoot on a beautiful day.
Nestled in my stone ex-bull pen, sheilded from the blazing sun, it's lovely and cool.
I attempt to summon the courage to repair the heaps of rubbish before me.
My mind wanders to the Monmouth shoot on sunday.
I must get on,
so I turn to get some tools and begin my task
Oh bugger I forgot about that lot