Losford to the Grotto — Doings of the Lndlow. 89 



liardly be hunted at all, so full was the air of cold storms. 

 Certainly, Mr. Corbet has been most ur.lucky with his 

 weather on Tuesdays. 



Wednesdny in most places was a white world that 

 precluded all idea of hunting. I can answer for its being 

 impossible in Worcestershire, as Borderer's intentions 

 were centred on the Croome and had to bear a dis- 

 appointment. Nevertheless the Valley of the Severn, 

 west of Shrewsbury, was favoured, and there was nothing, 

 I understand, to stop hunting at Loton. Having put 

 my foot into it by giving a wrong description of events at 

 the last meet at Loton, I will keep clear of details now. 

 Sufliice it to say that, if my information is good for 

 anything, no vestige of a fox turned up till Preston 

 Bough was reached, and a fox here popped at once to 

 ground. Bickley Wood held a brace, one of which 

 went away very prettily for the Holyhead Road, over it, 

 and on towards Onslow, without touching it, ho.vever, or 

 Preston Rough, he was hunted to Ford, where he went 

 to ground, making a slow hunting ran of twenty-five 

 minutes, albeit the line he took was a good one, and with 

 that earth properly stopped next time this fox may afford 

 us a clipper. 



News from the Ludlow side has not been abundant this 

 year, a stray leaf or two has reached me lately, which 

 leads to the belief that sport has mended considerably. 

 There was a good sporting day from Tagford, while from 

 Kyre a successful incursion was made mto North 

 Hereford country to Marston Firs and on to ground 

 near Docklow. About a fortnight ago a new little covert 

 in the vale near Staunton Lacy was the scene of an 

 exciting gallop over a nice line, past Culmington Manor, 

 round the Monument and back again, down to the Corve 

 near Delbury, eventually killing him opposite the abode 

 of that good sportsman Mr. Wood, at Culmington Manor. 

 Milson Wood has also aftbrded a-,run to Newnham and 

 Gaudy wood ;^ and old Norton's Camp held a good fox 

 last week that took them to the Edge Wood and 

 Hazeldine. I hear that some more United blood is being 

 infused into the pack. 



And here my chronicle necessarily ends, as the elements 

 have put down their foot decidedly against us for some 



