Well, what can I say? The most wonderful opening meet for the Croome and West Warwickshire Foxhounds. There aren’t many packs in this world that are good enough to have subscribers in another country (okay, Wales) but today I was reminded of exactly why I paid my dues and committed to the pilgrimage to the West Midlands.
Another meet, another lost shoe. Having gone home early twice already this season with loose shoes it was no surprise to leave today clutching a hind shoe. With two others also returning home on three shoes I think it was a case of transitional ground.
1 Early in the season, when the weather can’t quite make up its mind whether to be Indian Summer, or Bleak Midwinter, is a trying time. One minute you’re smugly wrapped in your apron, waistcoat and coat. The next you’re trying not to faint while someone in rat catcher complains about the heat.