The First Whip As I wandered home by Hedworth Combe I heard a lone horse whinny, And saw on the hill stand statue-still at the top of the old oak spinney. A rough haired hack, with a girl on his back – And ‘Hounds!’ I said – ‘for a...
There are probably many people who do not realise the enormity of work that goes on in the kennels once the hunting season has come to a close. Staff – if they are lucky; need to take a break. Some like a trip down to the West Country to catch the tail end of...
