In my Month of Firsts post for November, I mentioned that our farm had hosted a Farmers Bloodhounds meet on our land. We don’t usually get involved with the hunt, indeed the OH usually rants about them because there’s always one who goes where they shouldn’t through the game strips or through a field of animals.
So I wasn’t sure what it was about. Turns out it was for the bloodhounds would be chasing a runner. I remember seeing similar on Countryfile, so I was interested to see what it would be like.
It turned out to be a great family event because all the cousins were out for the meet (the 2 eldest were riding along with one sister in law), and my parents-in-law. Even the OH and his brother turned up – gaining a mention in the master’s speech when he thanked them (and other farmers) for letting the hunt on their land despite them not being keen. It got a few chuckles!
Despite the followers and horseboxes clogging up the roads in winter, and churning up the verges where they park (I can’t understand why they’d want to follow the hunt from the road, standing there looking over fields with their binoculars – very odd), I do like to see the hunt out. They always look really well turned out, and the horses are spectacular.
I’m always astounded by the size of the hounds as well. They’re such soppy things. As the port, cake and mince pies were being handed out and people were arriving, the hounds were just ambling around, having a sniff at us, wanting to be stroked.
The only thing is trying to photograph animals, they’re never facing the right way!
After the runner had set off from the farm, about 20 minutes later it was time for the master’s speech and the hounds and horses to set off.
N had a blast. He spent most of the time sat on the quad bike with his youngest cousins. I think the hounds would probably have knocked him over in excitement if he’d been stood. He didn’t seem at all worried when his cousin H’s horse decided to lick up the spare barley on the back of the bike.
I love how all the cousins get on so well together. There’s a couple of years between N and the youngest cousin, but they still love mucking around together. Throw in a great uncle, uncle and dad teasing them, and they were in hysterics.
Although I think N did get a bit bored with me snapping away. Angry face in evidence below!
Once the bloodhounds and horses rode off, we headed off back to the farm. It was a lovely hour out in beautiful weather, and a real picture of country life.
Obviously the hunt isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, and I expect to lose lots of followers after this which always seems to happen when I share a tweet or photo, but the meet part of it is really nice and sociable, and a great way to get children outdoors and used to being careful and calm around large animals.
What are your thoughts on hunts?
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