Highland Game Terrine

When I was young a game terrine was a requisite of every shooting party for lunch on the hill with plum brandy. If you cooked in shooting lodges it was requested, if you were a keeper’s wife it was expected, and in the farmhouse kitchen it was one of those seasonal joys. I remember my mother making terrines every year, starting with the streaky bacon to line the tin or dish, and building the rest up methodically, like the layers of a cake. There was a system and there was no messing with it