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Huntin', Shootin' and Fishin' #6
Posted by Viv Wilson on 30th September 2019 in Growing Up In a Stately Home | hoar cross hall,Meynell,hounds,bats,Henry VIII
...e pack of hounds were everywhere, sniffing and panting and waiting for the off. My dad tried to make conversation with the Master of the hounds by asking “So these are the dogs are they?” to which he received a curt “They’re hounds Mr Bickerton-Jones, not dogs!” Oh dear, mustn’t go upsetting the local gentry!
We hated the idea of a little fox being terrorised by a pack of dogs – sorry, hounds - and being ripped to pieces. Gavin and I were actually playing in the woods once when the hunt went by quite near to us – the fox literally ran right past us at such a speed it was incredible! We hoped he would get away and tried to think up all so...
Huntin', Shootin' and Fishin' #6
Posted by Viv Wilson on 4th May 2022 in Growing Up In a Stately Home | hoar cross hall,Meynell,fox hunting,shooting,fishing,fox,hounds,Henry VIII,gun,Bridgerton,Downton Abbey,keeping up with the aristocrats
...e pack of hounds were everywhere, sniffing and panting and waiting for the off. My dad tried to make conversation with the Master of the hounds by asking “So these are the dogs are they?” to which he received a curt “They’re hounds Mr Bickerton-Jones, not dogs!” Oh dear, mustn’t go upsetting the local gentry!
We hated the idea of a little fox being terrorised by a pack of dogs – sorry, hounds - and being ripped to pieces. Gavin and I were actually playing in the woods once when the hunt went by quite near to us – the fox literally ran right past us at such a speed it was incredible! We hoped he would get away and tried to think up all sorts of p...Huntin', Shootin' and Fishin' #6
Posted by Viv Wilson on 13th July 2020 in Growing Up In a Stately Home | Meynell,hoar cross hall,Laughton Estate,bats,meynell arms,pheasants,hounds,fishing,gun
...e pack of hounds were everywhere, sniffing and panting and waiting for the off. My dad tried to make conversation with the Master of the hounds by asking “So these are the dogs are they?” to which he received a curt “They’re hounds Mr Bickerton-Jones, not dogs!” Oh dear, mustn’t go upsetting the local gentry!
We hated the idea of a little fox being terrorised by a pack of dogs – sorry, hounds - and being ripped to pieces. Gavin and I were actually playing in the woods once when the hunt went by quite near to us – the fox literally ran right past us at such a speed it was incredible! We hoped he would get away and tried to think up all sorts of p...HUNTIN’, SHOOTIN’ & FISHIN’ #6
Posted by Viv Wilson on 18th February 1972 in Early Days | hunting,shooting,fishing,hoar cross hall
...e pack of hounds were everywhere, sniffing and panting and waiting for the off. My dad tried to make conversation with the Master of the hounds by asking “So these are the dogs are they?” to which he received a curt “They’re hounds Mr Bickerton-Jones, not dogs!” Oh dear, mustn’t go upsetting the local gentry!
We hated the idea of a little fox being terrorised by a pack of dogs – sorry, hounds - and being ripped to pieces. Gavin and I were actually playing in the woods once when the hunt went by quite near to us – the fox literally ran right past us at such a speed it was incredible! We hoped he would get away and tried to think up all so...Huntin', Shootin' and Fishin' #6
Posted by Viv Wilson on 30th May 2021 in Growing Up In a Stately Home | hoar cross hall,Meynell,Hunting,shooting,fishing,carp pond,gun,brace of pheasants
...e pack of hounds were everywhere, sniffing and panting and waiting for the off. My dad tried to make conversation with the Master of the hounds by asking “So these are the dogs are they?” to which he received a curt “They’re hounds Mr Bickerton-Jones, not dogs!” Oh dear, mustn’t go upsetting the local gentry!
We hated the idea of a little fox being terrorised by a pack of dogs – sorry, hounds - and being ripped to pieces. Gavin and I were actually playing in the woods once when the hunt went by quite near to us – the fox literally ran right past us at such a speed it was incredible! We hoped he would get away and tried to think up all sorts of p...Huntin', Shootin' and Fishin' #6
Posted by Viv Wilson on 20th November 2018 in Growing Up In a Stately Home | hoar cross hall,Meynell,hunting,shooting pheasants,fishing,carp,bats
...e pack of hounds were everywhere, sniffing and panting and waiting for the off. My dad tried to make conversation with the Master of the hounds by asking “So these are the dogs are they?” to which he received a curt “They’re hounds Mr Bickerton-Jones, not dogs!” Oh dear, mustn’t go upsetting the local gentry!
We hated the idea of a little fox being terrorised by a pack of dogs – sorry, hounds - and being ripped to pieces. Gavin and I were actually playing in the woods once when the hunt went by quite near to us – the fox literally ran right past us at such a speed it was incredible! We hoped he would get away and tried to think up all so...