He came in the name of sport or tradition: I just live here

“IF YOU want to shoot, why don’t you go to a more desolate place?” That was the question I put to a man who entered a field next to my home, fired his rifle, caused panic to my horses and donkeys and raised two pheasants which, thankfully, continued their flight.

“You can’t get more desolate a place than this,” he said.

“I live here,” I said.