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going to Norfolk Hounds. Mr. Fountaine (Di 

 Follett's brother) is master. 



Friday, 22nd March. Meet at Three Pots Inn ; 

 drove on. I rode Mr. Foxwell's nice brown mare, 

 good hunter with pleasant manners and good mouth ; 

 J. A. T., big bay horse of Mr. Drackley's ; had been 

 steeplechased the week before ; behaved like a 

 demon and ran away all day. Drew Burbidge 

 Wood ; crowds of stockingers, who greeted father 

 with " Ullo, Captin, got back to your hold 'aunts, 

 ave yer! Could not we drink yer 'ealth this fine 

 morning ? " Very large field. Nettie Townsend 

 and her father, Mr. Jack Follett and Hugo Haig, 

 Mr. and Mrs. Young (Green T.'s sister), etc. Three 

 Pots spinneys blank ; Woolvey blank ; Attlebury 

 blank ; Lindly blank. Too disgusting and dis- 

 heartening. Horrid jogging day on a most uncom- 

 fortable and tiring saddle. We at last ended at 

 Caldecot, where we had tea and saw some of their 

 beautiful rooms and the electric lightings thereof, and 

 drove home in a more cheery state. How I hate a 

 blank day. Lady de Clifford dined at Cliff. Cribbage 

 as usual. 



Saturday, 23rd March. Meet at Corley. Father 

 rode " Fairy," I " Harbinger," very fresh. Mr. 

 Pierrepont rode a horse with a silver tube in its throat 

 for roaring. We all, Mr. and Mrs. Oakeley, Ted 

 and Cis, Mr. and Cis Callender, father and I, drove 

 on to Arbury ; lovely old place, belonged to Rosie's 

 godfather, Mr. Newdegate. Got on our horses there 

 and trotted on to Corley, the meet. Crowds of 



