"Tho' hoarfrost lingered in the shade, and rime lay white in copse and glade, upon the winter landscape played a sun as mild as May.  With trampling hoof and stirrup clink the lanes beneath them rang; whole hamlets ran to watch them prink in brown and yellow, black...

Those that know me - know I love to travel, especially if it involves watching hounds.  I like to visit; meet hunting friends, I have to say I am not that sociable at a meet (which is not my nature) but because there is only a small window in which to take photographs...