Economies are collapsing, markets are in despair, but Britain’s grouse moors bask in the glow of happiness. And why not? This is where the real money heads in a crisis.
Next Friday is the Glorious Twelfth – the start of the grouse season – and most indications are that it will be a record one. Shooting parties will pay the highest prices ever, and the birds are predicted to be out in unusual abundance. Estate owners say the early days of the season are sold out – mostly to City types, the landowning aristocracy and wealthy foreigners.