Gamebird
Well-Known Member
We've had as much snow as anyone up here and although it melted a lot and we held hopes of hunting today a sleet shower late last night and a subsequent freeze meant that you could probably have ice-skated today on the minor roads round here (or cut the ice on them into lumps for your G&T
). Lethal would be an understatement
. However tradition pays a big role here so we felt we ought to turn out and meet all the same
. My plans for Fugly HAD included a day or two hunting before Boxing Day but both had been cancelled so to say that taking him today was a baptism of fire was rather an understatement. To be fair I have been riding all through the big freeze and I gave him a good hack out yesterday morning. I doubt many 4yos would have hacked out so sensibly on their own at 7am in the ice, snow and dark. And an hour on the walker this morning before we left....
He was the perfect gentleman. He let me eat and drink to my heart's content (and as we were only meeting and not hunting the festivities were rather prolonged
), stood like a rock and was the picture of hunting perfection. After the meet we hacked back to the kennels via a local hostelry where they were delighted to see us and brought us out copious port and canapes. I had to get off and go in to the loo. Again Fugly stood and waited. He never moved when I spent 5 minutes wriggling my way back into the saddle with a glass in one hand and a smoked salmon sandwich between my teeth
Long may it continue. Though I suspect that once he knows that there is much galloping and jumping to follow the revelries his demeanour might change
My Dad took some lovely pictures but his camera and my computer refused to mate
so you are left with my husband's pics.
Arriving at the meet:
My father-in-law looking rather picturesque in the snow and fog:
And a picture that means a lot to me - my rather anti-hunting parents are down staying with me for Christmas and they came to the meet without being asked and were happy to be there supporting me and my in-laws (can you tell that my Mum's scared of horses?
):
He was the perfect gentleman. He let me eat and drink to my heart's content (and as we were only meeting and not hunting the festivities were rather prolonged
Long may it continue. Though I suspect that once he knows that there is much galloping and jumping to follow the revelries his demeanour might change
My Dad took some lovely pictures but his camera and my computer refused to mate
Arriving at the meet:
My father-in-law looking rather picturesque in the snow and fog:
And a picture that means a lot to me - my rather anti-hunting parents are down staying with me for Christmas and they came to the meet without being asked and were happy to be there supporting me and my in-laws (can you tell that my Mum's scared of horses?
