Oh so many years ago ,I loved to go hunting. I was ,and still am ,no fan of foxes . Vicious predators. But we all knew that those days were numbered. I think maybe ,most of the true hunting folk I knew have hung up their boots. I tried trail hunting but frankly ,was appalled by most (not all) of my companions. Not quite the right sort. And by this I mean ,not understanding the balance of nature in what we call the countryside ,but which is totally man made.Status and money seems to be so important now Money has no part in this. I remember a meet long ago when we had some kids from a riding school in Streatham join us. They were taken under the wing of "Tony" .He showed them the land and explained so many things to them , The only thing he absolutely left out was that he by luck of birth , owned all the land they could see. It was also on that meet that one of the St Reatham (sounds posher) ponys ran off past the field .past the master (Major Fulton) past hounds even . Tearful kid came back to accept his punishment of being sent home in disgrace. Major Fulton just said ,"I had a pony just like him when I was your age , terrors arnt they"The good days are gone, Lets just play trail hunting by the rules .