It is tradition here to watch the hunt at Denbigh on Boxing day, and it took a while but we caught up with it just outside Henllan. The field was fragmented but at least forty horses stormed past us on the old Denbigh road, trying to keep up with the pack of good natured hounds.
Not the best of photographs but I didn't want to chance the flash going off if I took one of the hunt approaching.
After flasks of tea and mince pies we went up to Andrew and Jaynes for lunch. She originally described it as a buffet, so we were expecting sausage rolls and a bit of quiche. Not on your nelly! home made asparagus flans, venison hot pot, ham that melted in your mouth, and all sorts of other goodies. Jayne's mum is an ex horse/hunt woman, so Chris had big chats in between the lovely food. also her Grandson Gareth and his squiffey but affable girlfriend joined the dinner which was fun
Got home around six. I think Ann and Tim may be calling around later which will be nice, Chris is asleep on the couch, and the fire is lit,
all is peace..................
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