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  1. As old as you feel, well thats a good question, how old is old, some days it could be 150 then others its 65 but always in my mind  I'm 21 , but my body knows the truth. I just wonder at what age did I start to grunt when I lifted something off the floor, pretty sure I didnt do it before, I notice hubby does it too he's older than me so must be an age thing, talking about the floor, it sure does seem further away than it used to be, has it moved?  are my eyes deceiving me? or is it that age thing agan?

    You go to th doctors for something or other they tell you it's your age, I got that answer when I was a kid and when I was a teenager seem to remember something similar in my late forties, I wonder if there's an age when its not your age?

    Mind you there are advantages to getting older, not many but some. You can have a nod after your evening meal and nobody says a word, wouldn't have got away with that in my twenties.

    You can take your time getting to your peg and no-one chivvies you along,  younger members might even offer to carry you gear, sweet.

    So its all in the mind, keep on thinking your in your twenties, ignore your aches and pains and enjoy life, whatever your age is 

  2. Its hard to believe but another season has nearly come to an end. The old codgers in our little syndicate have had some good days, the weather on a whole has been kind and the birds have flown well. We've had the usual leg pulling and banter and the soup recipe has improved as the season went on. Time now to look forward to spring and its delights.

    Ah spring, when you see the first snowdrops, followed by the croccus and as the days begin to lengthen you can here a blackbird chirping in the garden, a robin follows you around as you turn over the soil getting ready to plant new crops for the kitchen. I like all the seasons each has its own feeling and smells, but I get a real joy out of seeing new life emerge in the countryside. Simple things like finding wild primroses on a banking, katkins in a hedge, a mother duck guiding her young to the nearest stream. Watching hares boxing, or hearing a fox bark, glimpsing a deer in the woods and the first cuckoo call echoes over the land.

    The old man will have caught up the hen pheasants and a few cocks and usually at the beginning of april we get our first eggs and the whole process starts again. The incubators are switched on and its all systems go. Thats the thing with shooting and farming its just a continuos circle there's no end, no nine to five and weekends off, well not in our house anyway. Would I swop it for anythng else? Not in a million years