Jim Moir is dressed in a dapper bluey-grey tweed jacket, cream roll-neck jumper and black beret for a good reason.
We are in the middle of Hothfield Heathlands in Kent looking for a rare visitor to the UK, known as a “butcher bird” for its grisly hunting tactics.
“I’m dressed in the same colours,” Jim, 64, tells me proudly, adding, “I’m hoping it will entice him or her out.”
