The gamekeeper looks at me crossly. From the back seat of the Jeep my interpreter, Jane, voices his thoughts: “He says you should shoot the pheasants on the ground, not in the air.”
“Oh,” I say, “I’m sorry” — and I think to myself what an enjoyable and memorable day this is. I shoot just four birds, only one of them on the ground.
It’s high summer, I am shooting in China and it’s a bargain: flights from London to Jiangxi province; a drive into the mountains above the Yellow River; bed and board for two nights; a translator; a Jeep and gamekeeper for a day — all comes in at just over £1,000.
I have 50,000 acres to myself, with rare species of pheasant and other birds and butterflies…
