Lydia Bartholomew hosted a splendid "tea" in the barn at her Plumsted Farm on Saturday morning to thank the local landowners who let the Mr. Stewart's Cheshire Foxhounds hunt on their properties.
I got to say hello to lots of friends and neighbors, enjoyed cider, chili and a pastry, and watched the hounds and foxhunters set off for their day's adventure. Lydia told me that the Cheshire club has grown to the point that there are now three "fields" (meaning groups) of foxhunters, each with its own fieldmaster. There's also an athletic fellow named John who follows the hunt on foot and, I'm told, actually manages to keep up with them!
I ran into Clipper LaMotte at the brunch table and pestered him about when he is going to finish up his second Thaddeus Pennock crime novel for our reading pleasure. He compared the writing process to pulling teeth.