Octavia Pollock
Jul 15, 2021
3 minutes
THE moment my Welsh cob took a hold and charged after hounds, I was hooked. I had a relatively late start to hunting, aged 13, but I never looked back, partly due to the kindness of Roy Tatlow, huntsman of the Clifton-on-Teme, a farmers’ pack in unspoilt Herefordshire and Worcestershire. Tina, my brilliant pony, was stabled at Tipton Hall Riding School near the kennels and as soon as she heard hounds, she refused to stand still. I was much the same.
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