YORKSHIRE’s status as ‘God’s Own Country’ is one easy to wholeheartedly endorse, with its undulating landscape, extraordinary sunrises and sunsets, quaint country pubs and sporting inhabitants. The last have lured me up to their stomping ground for more than a decade, and each time a new friend is made and another caper is conjured up to ensure a return as soon as possible. Steph and David Easterby, my hosts near Sheriff Hutton, are stalwarts on this front. A Meet on the lawn of Aldby Park, on the boundary of North and the East Riding of Yorkshire, followed by a hunt ball at Langton Hall, was indelibly inked in the diary.
A Meet on the day of a hunt ball is always popular. Aldby Park proved the point, with visitors descending from all over England; some to follow Master Miles Seston who was fieldmastering aboard his smart grey, some for the famous hedges and others because Ralph Richardson was winding down in his role as
