....and I have to confess that Venetia and I used to enjoy participating years ago but we wouldn't do it now even if it were legal. The people who rode to hounds were mostly unspeakably boring and awful, and the talk about tradition reminds me of what Churchill didn't actually say were the three great traditions of the Royal Navy, but wished he had. For the countryside I suppose the equivalent would be stirrup-cup, incest and killing animals for fun.
Tally-No!
This is a pretty sight ....and I have to confess that Venetia and I used to enjoy participating years ago but we wouldn't do it now even if it were legal. The people who rode to hounds were mostly unspeakably boring and awful, and the talk about tradition reminds me of what Churchill didn't actually say were the three great traditions of the Royal Navy, but wished he had. For the countryside I suppose the equivalent would be stirrup-cup, incest and killing animals for fun.
....and I have to confess that Venetia and I used to enjoy participating years ago but we wouldn't do it now even if it were legal. The people who rode to hounds were mostly unspeakably boring and awful, and the talk about tradition reminds me of what Churchill didn't actually say were the three great traditions of the Royal Navy, but wished he had. For the countryside I suppose the equivalent would be stirrup-cup, incest and killing animals for fun.
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an interesting thing i've discovered since shipping out to these desolate wilds is that the hunts have responded by carving out the bloodhound activity into separate gangs so as to clearly distinguish themselves from the bloodsports. they follow the track left by "the clean boot"- a person simply running a route before them which they have to find and follow.
the local mob have possibly the best motto i've ever seen in my life:
"Hunting humans for fun"
i plan to get fit then volunteer to be a quarry. i'd like to ride but you seem to have to own your own in this country. pity. i like horses and horses like me.
i will instead amuse myself by wearing a red coat and screaming "Labour's after me!" any time i run past a local, with the dogs baying in the distance.
Nice to hear from you, Sal, but why are you poking about in posts I wrote two years ago?
it's that damn PageDown key. it gets the better of me every time.
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