The Rockwood Harriers met at Briestfield today. A pub and a few houses and on the the way to
Thornhill Edge, then Dewsbury. A place I once had
to pass through when commuting. A place where a huge horse box used to be
parked at the narrow roadside. A place
where one had to be aware of horse traffic. Anyway the Rockwood Harriers met there today. It was a dull day. The 'field' was small.
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A motley crew. Copyright image by David Swanbury
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I was reminded today while ‘hanging loose’ of two 78rpm records and an accompanying book that I had, and maybe still do in the archives
somewhere. It was called 'Hunting by Ear'
by Ludwig Koch. Anyway it was a great guide
for a budding enthusiast. I just looked it up on Google and I think I will have to see if I have still
got mine as in the USofA there is one for sale for
$250! Hunting by Ear
The reason I was reminded of it was the fact that
in this completely new countryside to me today I had no idea whatsoever where the
Rockwood had got to. There was an
extensive length of woodland where they may have gone but there was no visible indication anywhere and there was no sound. Why am I doing so badly at this foot-following! I know I am a bit slow.
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These two ponies were no help. They were just staring into space. Copyright image
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I heard the sound of silence. I ate my fried egg, mushroom and pepperoni toasted sandwich. I hung about. I walked around. But no sound of the horn. No huntsman's voice. No hound spoke. Ludwig, bless him, was no help today. I watched the birds for signs. I watched the
livestock for signs. Well there was none
except ponies and none of them showed any interest in anything and their senses
are far more acute than mine. So I
gave up early yet again! It's enough to drive one back to beagling and the almost non stop music.
Just to add insult to injury I had a Bush record
player that some years ago, despite being in pristine condition, fetched next
to nothing at the local sale room where it was sold after a unique decision of mine to get rid of ‘something that might come in’. But it was taking up space and anyway everything is digital and what not now isn't it!
I thought I would look that up on Google too. One is for sale for £295!
Another bad decision!
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