Being in the Cotswolds at the start of the new year has been lovely and surprisingly mild and sunny. Today we happened on the North Cotswold Hunt – no longer of foxes but of a scented trail laid down just ahead of the hunt by a set of runners on all-terrain quad bikes. I caught the start on video, setting out from the Lygon Arms in Chipping Campden and we were lucky enough to bump into them again on a cross-country walk to Blockley. In a rather working class, urban way, I stared agog at it all: the hound pack, beautiful horses, clopping of hooves and the vivid scarlet jackets. I’m afraid I was quite impressed.
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Pageantry is always impressive and often used to disguise macabre acts of violence, such as war and school speech days.
I do like the idea of laying a scented trail to b****r up the fox hunt though.
Yes, Pete says they keep a fox in a box and smear it round the countryside to create a scent trail!
I didn’t quite say that… I joked that they get the scent by rubbing a cloth on a fox in heat which they keep in a shed. (I’m not exactly sure how the scent thing works but I’m sure those boxes had something to do with it.)
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There is no fox in any box!! Otherwise the hounds would simply chase the quads.
You know, this is ruining my vision of rubbing a fox on a tree.