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“ ONE November day in 1922 I was watching the South Berks hounds draw a big, hilly woodland.
“A lightly built, middle-aged man, reddish haired and very fair of complexion, in a dark blue coat and velvet cap, took my attention partly because of the grace of his horsemanship, partly because of an arresting gaiety of bearing that might have been that of a boy.”
Thus author Patrick Chalmers recalled his first encounter with one of the great figures of English sporting art.
“’That’s our deputy Master, Cecil Aldin,’ a friend explained. ‘The artist?’ said I. ‘Is
