We had the pleasure of setting our alarm clocks a little later this week as we just popped over the downs to a joint meet of the Southdown and Eridge and the Crawley and Horsham Hunt. A group of typically useless plod took it upon themselves to flex their muscles but were somewhat deflated after the law was explained to them.
It was a tough old slog as we were out on the downs all day but were right up with the hounds all the time making sure the (pretty incompetent) Mr Hill didn’t get on to any foxes. Halfway through the day a lucky little one snuck between two groups of sabs but fortunately away from the noses of the hounds not too far away.
The hunt bimbled for the vast majority of the day, though stopping every now and then to draw small hedgerows and patches of gorse. Everything was done and dusted at 2.15pm (much to the relief of the new whipper in who was having some difficulty horse riding!).