I was sitting on the train, my phone had run out of battery and I had forgotten to pick up a newspaper. Boredom struck. I couldn’t see out of the windows — I didn’t even have a seat. The person on my left, neck bent, face lit up by a screen, was supermarket shopping. The person in front of me, posture similar, phone in hand, was busy swiping right, left, right, right on a dating app. I thought how you can really do everything online nowadays.
But looking through GunsOnPegs for a day’s driven shooting fills me with fear, as I look at the prices and scroll on. Where could I find some good rough shooting, a day for the hedgerow pootler, the armed rambler, the freezer filler? Facebook, I…