Each year on the opening morning of shooting season the 'factory girls' gather. They've been doing that since the mid-eighties so are hardly girls any longer. Even the youngest of us is approaching 50.
It started off when the girls who worked in the laboratory at a dairy factory decided they should have some fun while their boyfriends and husbands went off duck shooting and began to have champagne breakfasts on that morning. The tradition has continued although breakfast now happens at lunch time and duck shooters have left their maimais by the time we arrive.
I don't attend these gatherings every year, but this year my friend, Chris and I decided it was time for a catchup. I'm so glad we did, it was a great day full of comfortable, happy chat and laughter.
On the way home we spotted two beautiful beasts in a roadside paddock and I went back the next day for a better look at them. There was no-one home at the farm house and very loud dogs on duty. They are a breed I don't know. Are they British Blues? Do you know?