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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

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