For all your Pyramid Needs...

Driving Around France...

... sometimes history just slaps you right in the mouth.

Racist England

Look at all the Perfectly Legal Hound Work...

(Remember you can click on any picture to make it aggrandize iteself.)

So off with some foxhounds. I know, I know, but they were the only thing going that day.

Meet was at a little hill farm. This huntsman is known for controlling his hounds lightly and from a distance, and as we met in the farm yard they frolicked on the hill beside us.
"We want to go! "
Ready to roll...

Then, as I looked over at where hounds played, a swirl of action! From the gorse bushes on the right, between the two hounds - I know, in every fox-hunting story that I've ever heard there's been a fox and some gorse-bushes...

A hound went in and bolted one! His partner joined in, the others in view tailed on, and they had their own little hunt.
All on their own, completely silent, no human involvement.

A blow on the horn, and back they came.
Then off we went. Drawing this big gorse field for a trail, hounds worked hard.
But we had only half the pack...
And from over the hill they came. Louder and louder...
Something brown right to left across the gorse...
Toward where the other half of the pack were drawing!
Uh oh...










Another blow and they left the bad thing, looking for legal trails again...




They continued to draw, and spoke!
Uh oh, look above those four fence posts...
Yes, another incipient crime!
Yet hounds paid no attention, even when crossing the live fox's path!

And that was about it for what we could see. We heard hounds from time to time, and caught a glimpse, but that was about the end.
My lovely hostess modeled...









But she is pretty not smelly, so that failed to draw hounds toward us.





The end.