Rockwood
Harriers Hunt - End of season Lawn Meet
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of David Swanbury
Today was the end of the season for both the Colne
Valley Beagles and the Rockwood Harriers.
Unfortunately the CVB were trudging about on a dark cold rough moor so I
chose to follow the Rockwood over the rolling green pastures and woodland where
I rode and roamed in my youth and a bit later.
The other attraction was a superb ‘Lawn Meet’ which was well attended as
one might expect.
As a consequence of the last day of hunting for
this season I took, and have posted, rather a lot of photographs. At the end of here is a link to PhotoBox if
anyone wants to get their own prints made and also a link to a short video of
the Meet. The ambiance of this video was
rather ruined by the proximity of a voluble Border Terrier, one of several that
attended, so turn the sound down a bit.
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| Horn polishing |
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| Holcombe Harriers lady with a very large looking bonnet |
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| I don't think I would have to be told twice! |
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| Port, sausage rolls and other goodies for everyone. |
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| I think the man with the camera is beginning to levitate. |
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| Plenty of Port |
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| A lady photographer was taking one like this with her big lens so I thought I would too. |
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| A Master probably thanking our generous hosts. |
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| And I just noticed the caption. |
On leaving the Meet I passed the old house below
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| Lintel of the old house below |
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When I was a lad, a nice reclusive old lady lived
here. I think she was called Mrs Moore. She was tiny, under five
feet tall and very slight but sprightly. She dressed in black in the
style of the Victorian era, no doubt in authentic garments, with tight small
button-up black boots. She occasionally walked down to Denby Dale church
for services there and they hoped she would remember the church in her Will as
she was getting on a bit. The weeping willow looks lovely in the summer
and on the face of it nothing has changed since she lived there.
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| Holcombe Harriers Whip. |
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| If you'd struggled through a huge bramble patch like this you would have a red tip on your tail |
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| The Air Ambulance leaving after rendering assistance to the consequences of a 'rotational fall'. Hopefully all is well now. |
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| I
do like the all the metalwork. |
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| When you've finished with it can I have it? |
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| An
afternoon stop for refreshments and a change of horse if you have one to change
to. |
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| Sausage rolls and Port again. |
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| A stylish waiter. |
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| "I wish we could have sausage rolls!" |
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| A
great leap forward - well no, the horse got closer. |
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| Comfort
break over and off again. |
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| After
the usual overcast day a hint of sunshine now. |
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| Going
Home |
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I
really slipped up with this shot. I could see it coming but pressed the
shutter too soon. The desperate hound was in flight to get the remaining
sausage rolls, knocking them off the tray onto the road to gobble them up.
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PhotoBox gallery.
Hopefully these links work.
David Swanbury
