Have you been to the Festival of Hunting? For those steeped in hunting it is embedded in the diary from year to year. Not to be missed. For those not familiar and a love of hounds, you must get it on your bucket list. The Mecca of the hunting year in the summer and has to be the largest hound show in the world – but don’t quote me. For those new Masters who have never been – well – there is is no answer to that. This is a mere taster, I am on the Harrier ring all day and this year never even got to the Foxhound ring to see a class. Or many others for that matter. And missed the Young Handlers class, but knew Moleskin would ensure that young Sam Watkins would take the prize. But at the end of the day I want to thank the Kennel Huntsman of the Tynedale Foxhounds and the Northumberland lad that does some amateur whipping in I met, who invited me to walk out over the showground with the hounds they had brought to the show and were not leaving until the next day – I only wished I had the camera with me to capture the moment. Beautiful happy hounds. Such a treat. So this is just a taster of my day and takes you on a journey. I have to say there were some strong Harrier classes and refreshing to see that overall the hunt staff who work so hard with their packs of hounds, were rewarded throughout the day with a ribbon or two which so helps to boost moral. Stud Book Harriers and West Country Harriers showing and I caught a glimpse of those lovely Dummer Beagles in the next ring. Chilmark and Clifton Foot doing very well, and I missed the Ampleforth – flying the flag. Never saw a Basset and East Lincs bringing home the silver, but caught a word with Mark Guy at the end of the day. Fabulous little pack in the Lincolnshire Wolds. How could you not love hounds.