Heh, been there, done that. Hunted with a number of British hunts, and a whole bunch of Irish hunts. One time, out with Golden Vale, we came in the back of a farm, and the locals would NOT let us leave via the front paved drive unless we jumped a pole set on top of two upright 55 gallon drums on the paved drive. They set it up, stood back with beers in hand and cheered us on. When someone would knock down the pole, they’d run in front, stop the riders, and set it back up. We were the entertainment.
No hunting for me this season. Just moved onto my place in New Hampshire. Just a house and 20 acres. Barn goes up next year. I have to get around to meeting up with Guildford Hounds and North Country Hounds this fall and introducing myself.
Meanwhile, washing socks in the sink 'cause the washer/dryer isn’t showing up til Saturday. The glamorous country life for meeeee…