My great grandfather was a notorious hunter of wild birds, with a passion both overwhelming and devious. Continue reading “Canned hunting”
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Mindfulness, Munro bagging and cancer
My great grandfather was a notorious hunter of wild birds, with a passion both overwhelming and devious. Continue reading “Canned hunting”
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Mindfulness, Munro bagging and cancer
