The hounds found scenting hard early on with a few short hunts, but once the temperature dropped we hit some grass and by God they flew. Sarah was hacking back to the lorry having lost a shoe, with a serious case of FOMO when she heard hounds screaming off. They ran straight for a good couple of miles over expansive grassland, with nothing to jump but wooden gates along the way.
The hounds then checked (stopped to pick up the trail again), I turned to reminisce about the hunt with my neighbour, but was taken aback to be talking to Sarah. Hounds ended back up at the Kennels and we took the kind offer of a lift back to our lorry by one of the Masters, James Mossman and his wife.
When visiting, there are a few key things that will go a long way. Introduce yourself to the Field Master and say goodnight when leaving, open a gate or offer to close one if there isn’t a designated gate shutter. Try not ride at the front, make sure that you are courteous to subscribers of the pack you are visiting and hang back especially for the first part of the day until they get to know your capabilities of crossing country.
The Pytchley hounds had been coughing, but not all was lost as the Wynnstay hounds came to visit at Welford, the most Northern patch of the Pytchley country. I went with a gang of good friends from the Warwickshire Hunt – Ginny Gilmore whose boyfriend, Chris Woodward is Kennel Huntsman for the Wynnstay, Livs Forsyth and James Hill.