Country Fair

Country Fair
Max Hastings

A new collection of rural writings celebrating the pleasures of the country life – in particular fishing and shooting – by the eminent military historian and former editor of the Daily Telegraph, Max Hastings.Max Hastings is known as a best-selling author of military histories (The Battle of the Falklands, Bomber Command, Armageddon, etc.) and as a former editor of the Daily Telegraph and Evening Standard, but his first loves are the countryside and its pursuits.Whether walking up grouse in Scotland, tramping through snipe bogs in Ireland or catching salmon on the Tweed, this collection of articles and essays will delight all those who share his passions.There are also trenchant essays on some of the big issues facing Britain’s’ rural areas: intensive farming, gun ownership, access to the countryside and, of course, the controversial issue of fox hunting.

Country Fair

Tales of the Countryside, Shooting and Fishing

Max Hastings

For Nigel and Anna, with whom I have shared so many happy sporting memories over forty years

Table of Contents

Cover Page (#u1d17f4df-2c92-536d-8b4f-670fa758c1a4)

Title Page (#u4f0be0b3-0f80-584e-99f2-30013256109d)

Introduction (#u4dc2f32d-a46f-515c-8169-075e02570509)

1 Country Fair (#u066517ff-a87b-5594-8d0c-3622af003b69)

2 Rhythm of the Seasons (#u488a3383-779f-5551-9204-39a3f8ebe8a8)

3 The River Keeper (#u71188da8-eb44-54c2-98f7-e22671d68405)

4 Sunshine and Showers (#u038192d6-33ec-5660-9409-60cd42780efc)

5 The Young Entry (#uc06baa92-0320-5052-a959-120298da079a)

6 Life at the Trough (#u6ed3edc4-2950-5726-9bc3-fb038eef25a8)

7 Duffers’ Days (#u28ad3ca1-df6a-5351-bfe0-88ec550e3dee)

8 Hit and Miss (#u90f32f14-5199-5004-b874-d307141c91f6)

9 Love Affair With Labs (#litres_trial_promo)

10 A Future for the Countryside (#litres_trial_promo)

11 No Eye for a Horse (#litres_trial_promo)

12 Poachers’ Roles (#litres_trial_promo)

13 Naver Magic (#litres_trial_promo)

14 With the Beaters (#litres_trial_promo)

15 Every Shot a Record (#litres_trial_promo)

16 An Idyll in Kenya (#litres_trial_promo)

17 Tweed at Autumn (#litres_trial_promo)

18 Pheasants (#litres_trial_promo)

19 The English and the Scots (#litres_trial_promo)

20 A Fishing Party (#litres_trial_promo)

21 Rummage in the Gun Cupboard (#litres_trial_promo)

22 Rough and Smooth in Cornwall (#litres_trial_promo)

23 Hitting Some Low Notes (#litres_trial_promo)

24 Glorious Grouse (#litres_trial_promo)

25 Arctic Waters (#litres_trial_promo)

26 Nightlife (#litres_trial_promo)

27 Saying Please and Thank You (#litres_trial_promo)

28 Level Pegging (#litres_trial_promo)

29 New Ways and Old (#litres_trial_promo)

30 Places we Know (#litres_trial_promo)

31 Pigeons in the Offing (#litres_trial_promo)

32 Marauders do it in the Rough (#litres_trial_promo)

Index (#litres_trial_promo)

By the same author (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

Introduction (#ulink_3243cb2b-c984-5d9b-96d8-24dcf2f06e90)

IN THE EYES of most people likely to read this book, as well as in my own, the countryside is fundamental to the vision of the Britain which we love, and to which we bear allegiance. This is why we find it so distressing today to be ruled by a government which not only cares nothing for the rural community, but has shown itself contemptuously hostile to it. The countryside and its inhabitants are perceived by New Labour as anachronisms, reflecting traditions of patrician paternalism, plebeian deference and bloody pastimes which have no place in the pavement society Tony Blair and his party aspire to enforce. While Labour claims to have abandoned the old ideals of socialism, it displays a disdain for rights of private ownership of a single commodity – land – which would be deemed intolerably socialistic if applied to any other form of property. New duties of care are thrust upon landowners, even as a host of new rights of access are granted to the public. The government proposes a programme of housing development which, if it is fulfilled, will carpet in concrete great tracts of fields and woodland, poisoning the green lungs of this overcrowded island, and especially its south-eastern corner. Foremost among the aspirations of rural dwellers today is a desire to see those who rule us once again acknowledge the virtue and importance of Britain’s countryside to our society, not as a mere park in which the urban population can seek recreation at appointed hours on licence, but as a place where wilderness sustains its historic freedoms, not least those of the hunter, both animal and human.

This book is intended to serve two purposes: first, like my earlier country collections, to entertain rural sportsmen with tales of the pleasures which we share, embracing fields and streams, dogs and guns, rods and horses. Second, at a time when the traditional rural community feels imperilled as never before, I have included essays on two critical issues: the struggle to sustain our landscape, and the tensions between English and Scots, a source of concern to all of us for whom the Union of the two kingdoms means so much. I hope that these more sombre pieces will not jar on readers to whom I am otherwise seeking to offer a little bedside amusement.

Even in these troubled times for rural Britain, I cherish a spirit of optimism, inspired by the happiness which so many of us still gain from the countryside. One of my favourite pastimes, while casting a fly or waiting for a drive to begin, is to muse upon the same experiences in the days of our ancestors. A sense of continuity, of doing things which they did, in the old settings, is one of the deepest satisfactions of field sports. As they look down upon our doings with horse, rod and gun, how pampered they must think us! First, mobility offers free rein. We think nothing of driving from London to Wiltshire or Hampshire for a few hours’ fishing. I set out from Berkshire the other day to shoot in Devon, and came home easily enough the same evening. I am untroubled by driving to Wales to throw a line, then returning to sleep in my own bed. We can journey to Sutherland – or for that matter, to Russia or Iceland – inside a day.