Crisp, cold morning and I was keen to get outside and get some fresh air. It was a toss-up between an hour’s walk to the Dumb Post (pub) or drive to nearby Lacock for the traditional Boxing Day meet of horse and hounds. The fact that it would take us another hour to walk home from the pub probably influenced the decision to drive to the meet.
Lacock is a place lost in time, a beautifully preserved English village with quaint stone cottages and half timbered buildings. The Avon Vale Hunt was due to meet outside the Red Lion at 11.00 a.m. I thought it would be nice to amble amongst the horses and hounds, sipping our mulled wine. I hadn’t realised that half the world would be there (the other half were out shopping at the Boxing Day sales). We managed to get our mulled wine but the crowds meant it was very difficult to even get close to the horses.
Still, it was all very convivial, even with the crowds. No protestors present but then they haven’t got much to protest about these days as the hunt is forbidden to chase foxes. I hope somebody told the dogs that.
|Whipper-In (chap in charge of the hounds)|