We began in sunlit autumn - but the weather turned around.

Before the first war, Selby-Lowndes MFH once said that "a Prime Minister has a difficult part to fill, but his office was a bed of roses compared with a Master of Hounds. [A Master]  . . . . . has to be one of those wonderful people who please everybody, for even if Diana came down from Olympus with a pack of heaven-born hounds, and hunted so close through fire and flood as to kill all the foxes in the Denge, someone would complain that the hunts of the goddess were too slow, and that she, herself, was too fast."

No such complaints today although following was, to say the least, tricky! Nonetheless the majority of the large mounted field were still out until the very end of the day.

It was good to see old friends and our latest and youngest supporter.

The Stern

Whose husband has been seen getting home from a long day at work and having to help himself to a thumb-piece of cheese?
Who turned up in the wrong motor?
Who had a box of Scotch eggs for breakfast?
Who lives "on the motorway"?
Who was nearly dropped off at the wrong car?

Photographs

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These and many more may be found at:

• The Gather's Field Sports page - HERE (the gallery is now complete)

The end of the day . . . .