The last two silkie cockerels had to go. Despite their very strange appearance they made a delicious supper.
Yesterday I thinned out the Christmas Dinners - the Hubbards that I bought as day-olds at the beginning of June. They have grown well - the biggest was 9.5lb - but I am not happy with them. They are lethargic, unintelligent and weak, genetically programmed to do little but eat. We will eat them, but I feel bad about it. They are the freaks, not the silkies. So, in future we just keep and eat old breeds and mongrels, even if they don't have huge breasts!
Despite the efforts of the CLA to isolate Fisherman's Row, the Coch-y-Bonddu team had a great time at the Game Fair. The layout of the site was awful but we did have a food court nearby, so we didn't have to go far to stock up with olives and venison, cheese and cider. Although sales were not great - we hardly saw anyone from Gunmaker's Row - I did have one magnificent coup. Rifle-makers, Rigby & Co., had Jim Corbett's Rigby rifle on display. Hearing about this I took along my copy of Corbett's first book, Jungle Stories. Only 100 of these were produced by the Naini Tal village printer, for giving away to friends of the author. Probably only two or three copies survive, and I had a very high (five figure!) price on it. I sold it to a great Corbett fan, doubling our takings, and it is now on loan to the Rigby exhibition.
Bethan and Dewi are spending August with us so I've spent little time on the river. I took a few low-water fish on nymphs before the Game Fair, but we are spending more time foraging than fishing. This afternoon there is a good prawning tide and an easterly breeze so we'll be off to the sea-side.