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Hadeo 16th January 2025
At Haddeo’s heights the storm-clouds wept, Cold rain across the valley swept;
Yet through the grey the birds took flight, And guns stood ready, hearts alight.
The drives rolled on, each moment rare, Tall wings broke high through sodden air; And shot for shot, with skill and grace, The sport was matched in fierce embrace.
When all aligned, the rhythm sang, The crack of barrels, echo rang; Memorable birds, packed close and true, Fell clean where mark and timing flew.
So let the weather lash and roar, Such days are what we’re waiting for; When craft and challenge intertwine, And sport is raised to something fine.
