It was the Sunday morning after the Friday evening about which I have already written. And when I say it was the Sunday morning it most certainly was but it was closer to the coming breakfast than the past supper and I was just leaving the bar of a Buxton Hotel, after plotting the downfall of driven grouse shooting with others, when a couple of blokes at the bar very politely asked me whether I was Mark Avery. I couldn’t deny it and that’s how I ended up getting to bed at 0430 but having a good chat with two shooters (and BASC members).
We mostly talked about the general licences and we ended up strking a deal over which species of corvid should come off and which might stay on. I won’t disclose the details of our pretend deal in that hotel as I was rather generous – probably because I wanted to go to bed!
But it was a good chat, and they were nice people, and perfectly sociable and polite and good company.
I mention this only because I don’t recall ever running from a discussion of conservation issues in which I am involved, from anyone, but also because it is easier to see the other’s point of view, and to understand it better, even if not agreeing with it, when face to face.