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placed to enjoy that real good hunt." — " He who 

 hesitates is lost," counts for much when you are out 

 for a ride. 



It just occurs to me that I have not proceeded far 

 in recording memorable runs of the V.W.H. Well, 

 let my mind carry me back to several in Col. Fuller's 

 time. One in particular I can see starting from 

 somewhere in the Hay Lane district, most probably 

 Saltrop, and hounds giving us a good ride across 

 Chaddington Vale, leaving Wootton Bassett on the 

 left and running into Great Wood. 



On another day I remember arriving at Basset 

 Down a few minutes late on a horse, which I had 

 earlier taken two hours' farming previous to a hard 

 canter to the Meet, and when I arrived, the horse 

 I had sent on was not to be found, and to my amaze- 

 ment hounds got on to a fox in a few moments and 

 left cover at the far end of Bynoll, and then what 

 a good ride we were in for, out towards Wootton 

 Bassett, and then a sharp turn up the Chaddington 

 Vale nearly to Swindon and back again to pull up 

 on my farm hack to watch hounds stream by, entering 

 Bynoll at the spot they had left it. That farm hack, 

 whose name was " Bones," was a real good one, all 

 blood, no bone and as thin as a hurdle ; finally we 

 buried him with full honours a few years later. 



It is too often said no good fun emanates from 

 Burderop. I can recall a real good run taking place 

 late in an afternoon about March time. Joe Willis 

 was in charge of the pack and we got a fox away 

 from the bottom end, taking a line over the railway, 

 leaving Badbury and Medbourne on the right, 



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