After walking on the estate described in ‘Rambling’ we went to the local pub for lunch. In the bar was a very large photograph of the local fox hunt in front of the restored mansion on the estate, gloriously repainted in a sort of custard cream. The hunt meeting was the largest I have seen by a country mile, maybe 40 mounted and a hundred or more hangers on, and a big pack of hounds.
Rambling Postscript
Rambling Postscript
Rambling Postscript
After walking on the estate described in ‘Rambling’ we went to the local pub for lunch. In the bar was a very large photograph of the local fox hunt in front of the restored mansion on the estate, gloriously repainted in a sort of custard cream. The hunt meeting was the largest I have seen by a country mile, maybe 40 mounted and a hundred or more hangers on, and a big pack of hounds.