The glorious twelfth. It refers to August 12th each year and signifies the start of the shooting season. It is a tradition. Heading out in to the countryside armed with a double-barrelled shotgun to kill animals isn’t for all. It never was. It was, and still remains, quite an elitist pursuit. The guns are not cheap and usually handed down within families. It can be easy to stand on the sidelines calling for this blood sport to be stopped. Cancel culture pervades seemingly everywhere so surely this barbaric pastime for the wealthy has to go too?
To understand anything in the modern world still needs time. Time to research, investigate, fact check. It doesn’t sit well to do that of course. Google means you can have your opinion confirmed in milliseconds and if it doesn’t confirm it, head to Facebook. You can confirm everything on that fatuous platform.