|The hounds, anxiously waiting in their trailer to be let free.|
|Off they go!|
|Riding to the meet in the early morning fog.|
The huntsman and two joint masters surveying the scene from up on the hill.
|Of course I love all the old school guys who wear very traditional clothes like top hats and wool jodphurs.|
|The field riding up the hill leading to our cottage.|
|The huntsman leads the pack.|
|My favorite subject|
Christopher and Coco heading to the meet.
|Young riders. I love the tattersall stocks tucked into the tweed jackets.|
The meet at our farm was fun and games for the whole family.
|Leaving the farm through the old entrance.|
The last of my smile - sheer terror ensued shortly after.