Tenacious hounds and smiling faces
catherine.austen@futurenet.com
Fernie, Gumley Park, Leics
WATCHING the Fernie hounds stream across one of the choicest pieces of grassland hunting country in England, their voices slicing through the damp afternoon air, one could, for a while, believe all was right with the world. For me, this has always been the magic of hunting; in those moments, it expands to fill our consciousness and extraneous issues are pushed away.
The first day of the “season proper” wasn’t an opening meet as we know it – as will be the way this winter, there was no meet. Instead, in the smooth, efficient way that is the hallmark of this pack, huntsman Will
