The following clip is a favorite scene of mine from Alan Bridges' 1985 film, The Shooting Party. It's always what I imagined being an adult would be like. Civilised discourse on the topics of the day, all while wearing country tweeds and shooting pheasant.
Adulthood has so far turned out to be a bit different, but I keep my hopes up. Today it's grey and cool, and all the sidewalks are lined with wet leaves. Rather the perfect day for a hunt. Or, at any rate, a quiet day spent stalking one's thoughts.
"Pretty place, Hindhead."
Tweedy Autumn
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