Aren’t we all counting down the days until the season begins?
My first Croome & WW event was a pre-puppy show in June. While watching hounds and trying to cultivate some sort of understanding beyond “that one looks cute” a young girl came up to me and said “I hear you’re joining our hunt. My name is X and my pony doesn’t like water.”
With the season drawing to a close I had mostly forgotten that detail, but today I remembered it as the pony threw his rider into a deep puddle, and she became the first on a long list of names being sent to Splatman for his write up and £5 fine (payable to the Air Ambulance).
When I announced to my beloved home pack that I was off to the Croome and West Warwickshire, one of our older, more history- conscious members told me “eighty years ago the Croome and the Carmarthenshire had some close ties.”
Eighty years ago my great- grandfather was still cavorting around the county, and a few years earlier was single, so I hate to think what some of those ties might have been… Anyway, eighty years is a long time, and so I didn’t really make much of that remark; a lot can change in that stretch.