Horse_amp_amp_Hound__06_February_2018
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with pleasure<br />
from home was not easy that<br />
morning — husband Will is<br />
master of the Haydon — but she<br />
tries to get down to the Bedale<br />
several times a season. On his<br />
feet was Laura’s partner “Robbo”<br />
Robinson, chairman of the hunt<br />
supporters’ club, off games due<br />
to a broken leg, and Ron Dobson,<br />
who pointed out his wife Vanessa<br />
Fleming, the former master of<br />
the Badsworth and Bramham<br />
Moor, looking the business on an<br />
immaculate grey.<br />
Ed Page MFH was our field<br />
master on another quality grey<br />
and, while Tim went off to draw<br />
the Fairbairns’ Bungalow Wood,<br />
we set sail across the first field,<br />
over a set of rails and up a small<br />
hill to a wall. It was not a big<br />
wall, but it evidently had a bit of<br />
drop. Kick, kick, kick I went, but<br />
the person in front stopped and<br />
Phoenix and I ground to a halt<br />
by his bottom. Not great. I had<br />
another try, but Phoenix put the<br />
brakes on again. Then someone<br />
fell off and we melted down<br />
through a gateway to join the rest<br />
of the field, who were lining up for<br />
another rail.<br />
“Can I go behind you?” I<br />
squeaked at the lady beside me.<br />
“Follow my husband,” she<br />
said, pointing to former master<br />
Stephen Swires, a dashing jockey<br />
type in a red coat.<br />
Kick, kick and over we go<br />
before heading off around some<br />
field margins. Everyone was<br />
cantering on as if we were on the<br />
hunt of the season. Phoenix took<br />
a bit of a hold and we thundered<br />
past a couple of people in a less<br />
than dignified way, getting filthy<br />
in the process.<br />
“I hope you had your Weetabix<br />
this morning,” quipped Andy<br />
Wilkinson, one of several regular<br />
visitors from the East Durham as<br />
he caught up with me on the road.<br />
POPULAR FOR THE<br />
JUMPING<br />
THERE were no trails in<br />
Bungalow Wood, so Tim and<br />
his hounds headed a mile or so<br />
by road to the hunt covert at<br />
Marriforth Farm. It was good<br />
to see a familiar face in the<br />
form of Vanessa Fleming, who<br />
explained that this is one of the<br />
Bedale’s harder bits of country,<br />
although it is popular for the<br />
jumping. The Page family own<br />
several farms in the area that are<br />
laid out with plenty of timber<br />
and newly laid hedges, but their<br />
farms are intermingled with<br />
others where the larger fields<br />
are not so welcome and shooting<br />
dominates. We were stopped in<br />
our conversation by the cheerful<br />
IN KENNELS<br />
Chairman:<br />
Robert McKenzie Johnson<br />
Joint-masters:<br />
Robert Ropner, Tim Coulson<br />
(huntsman), Jo Lambert,<br />
Matthew Penrose, Ed Page<br />
Hon secretary:<br />
Nick Thomas, 07973 886487<br />
Kennel-huntsman:<br />
Mikey Francis<br />
note of hounds speaking through<br />
the covert and watched as they<br />
took a line out across a grass field,<br />
leaving the field to take a route via<br />
the road with hounds out of sight.<br />
We get a glimpse of hounds<br />
at No Man’s Moor Lane, where<br />
there was an upright rail to jump<br />
onto the road. Lettie Thomas,<br />
daughter of the secretary, was up<br />
from Leeds having recently taken<br />
up hunting again. Her friend Alice<br />
Milverton told me she was riding<br />
her mum’s “happy hacker” and<br />
tried to get home once a month<br />
from London for some hunting.<br />
Two well-mounted 12-year-olds<br />
told me they go every Saturday<br />
and provided sufficient evidence<br />
Right: Susie Penrose with<br />
Bedale joint-masters<br />
Matthew Penrose and<br />
Robert Ropner