I had pulled a tendon in my left leg. On referring to hunting diaries of the past few years, I find this to be an annual event occurring at the same time each year. It must be because of the hiatus between the beagling and the otterhunting seasons and the consequent lull in violent exercise. The injury actually happened when I was walking the Bagley Rat Hounds in a lane and thought to impress my young whipper-in by breaking into a sharp trot. Her enquiry as to what I was making so much fuss about confirmed my theories about the heartlessness of the young.
After a week, the crown of
