Flashback
As a youngster growing up in rural East Sussex I remember being enthralled watching the local hounds meet every other weekend in Winter. The baying of the hounds, the sounds of the horn, and the colours of the hunt were so arresting. It was not until I left the village for a life in the city that I reflected on the cruel motive underpinning thi…
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