Giving me a gun is the same as handing a man from Paris a bar of soap. We both have no idea how what it’s for, what it does and how we are supposed to use it.
So, when the hotel’s instructor handed me the shotgun, I, like Jean Claude holding a bar of soap, had no idea what to do with it.
Heidi had seen that our hotel was offering clay pigeon shooting and insisted that we have a go. So, yesterday evening before dinner we headed out to the field behind the hotel to shoot clay pigeons.



























