This is the number painted on this grouse butt high on Silsden moor.

Standing alone and empty for most of the year, they aren’t used until ‘The Glorious Twelfth’ then they become killing stations as the grouse shooters and beaters descend on the moors to kill the grouse for sport. Then the moors resound to the bangs of the guns and gamekeepers shoo you away.

Then after a couple of months all goes quiet and you can walk on the moors in peace and quiet again.

Grouse butt