Watching the hunt

I am catching up on my midsomer murders.Watching the one about the hunt.I remember the hunt when I was a young lad .I used to spend lots of time on a little farm in Higham on the hill and the hunt used to start in the local pub.

The flash of scarlet.

The horn sounds shrill toot toot

The dogs are a go

Running panting on the chase

The flash of scarlet, chasing the flash of rust.

The fox is a running cheeky flick of the tail

The rider’s gallop poling along,

in tow of the dogs

They race forward on the scent

Toot toot the master sees the fox

Toot toot the chase is on

Toot toot the fox looks on

The dogs run away

The riders chase the dogs

The fox looks on.