The Boxing Day hunt ain’t what it used to be:
- There are no toffs in their red blazers, sat astride their mounts outside Snodding Hall, imbibing Lord Snodding’s “Extra special”.
- No Beagles barking excitedly at the prospect of the chase.
- No fox, running for its life.
But, in this somewhat devalued scene, there’s still the chase!
The fittest, the fastest of the Beau Street Runners set off ahead of the pack, streaming punched-circles of a paper trail. The hounds, doggedly following his tracks, hoping to close in, if not for the kill, for a glass of something well-earned @ the Flying Pig! 🙂