Never forgetting

From 5:30 this evening many gathered to celebrate the end of the shooting season (31st January) and to feast on wild bird and game. The night is full of laughter and song prompted by the odd drink or two. I had to leave at six myself to go to give a talk in my own camera club but was back to see the party in full swing.

In the corner sits this pheasant feather reminder of why we are here...To give thanks for the season's bounty, to remind ourselves of nature's generosity and to be thankful....

The music is varied. From sea shanties to traditional to folk to modern... There are no rules on what song to sing. Here is one of my favourites sung tonight written by the legendary Ewan McColl. It reminds me of a friend.... Just saying

Come My Little Son