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Shall think themselves accursed they were not here


In England this morning.
The opening meet of the local hunt.
Glass of port, slice of fruit cake, old chums, well turned out horses and riders, sunshine, old parkland trees, a proper country house, eager hounds and ready laughs; There was nowhere better to be anywhere.


A great scene, Pikeys and dogs out this morning...the locals very unhappy.

thud, I don't think you were there. I don't see any pikeys, or unhappy locals.

No, no... the dogs were there to help hunt down the Pikeys. At least, that's how I would arrange it.

By the Lord Harry. Not a gum tree in sight.

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