If you want one of those lists that explains the very basics of hunting, or a discussion post full of people who seriously think unplaited horses should take a one- way trip to kennels at the end of the day then look elsewhere. I haven’t worn a hairnet since mine was memorably ripped from my scalp at the beginning of the 2015/16 season, and I am currently writing a newcomers’ guide for a country lifestyle magazine that advises new recruits to test out new underwear before combining them with a freshly epilated Hollywood. So yes, this is just a general list of crimes not to be committed, based on my experience (yup I have been guilty of some of them) and the great help of my friend V, who hunts in Devon in full waterproofs and shouted “FUCKING HELL IT’S LIKE MR DARCY” when she came down to Bluey’s VWH debut and saw the local field.
Earlier this year the Croome and West Warwickshire lost Steve Key, a much- loved member of our hunting family. I didn’t know him long enough or well enough to write a tribute of any sort at the time, but I think that he deserves more than a passing comment in the first C&WW write up of the season. I could say that he was always happy to share his chips at supporters club committee meetings, or that he did the washing up at every hunt function, or that his efforts in producing a tasteful hunt calendar saved everyone from looking at naked hunt members.
It’s the weekendddddddddd
It is also the beginning of Royal Welsh week, so I’m being a less competent version of my brother, and devoting my time to feeding calves, doing some milking, and scraping cow s**t, as well as the usual professional work, and dosing Bluey who has another sinus infection.
It is all enough to make one want a drink…. Or two (saving myself for Wednesday night, when I lose my YPV virginity at the show).