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HUNTING. 



Gorse and Wolds, Walton Thorns (rich in the memories of 

 historic gallops), Cossington Gorse, and Mr. Craddock's Spinne5\ 

 Northwards still towards Widmerpool you come on the plough, 

 fairly light but with blind fences. But from the Curate's Gorse, 

 or from the neighbouring Parson's Thorns you may get into the 



A gallop o\ er Twyford 

 Vale. 



Belvoir Vale at its very finest part. It was in this neighbour- 

 hood, from Widmerpool right across the Vale to Blackberry 

 Hill, that Assheton Smith placed the best run he had ever had 

 in Leicestershire. Whether it was the Parson or the Curate who 

 once said in Dick Christian's hearing that he used to fairly 

 tremble before a vale fence to think how he could get over it, 



