Autumn? A season of mists and mellow fruitfulness? It is when an Englishman's heart turns to bonfires, good whiskey and the collecting of sloes.
Some wonderful mornings listening to hound music as a crescendo in the symphony of the countryside.
Hounds spoke beautifully to the trails, horses steamed in the morning mists and all has been well with the world.
The Stern
- Who really could not decide how many layers?
- Who spent an hour waiting without seeing hounds but was only 200 yards from where they met?
Photographs
These and more may be found at The Gather's Field Sports page HERE
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