Highmoor Bloodhounds Fox Hunt
Happy Christmas to everyone that follows this blog! It’s been a pretty eventful Christmas this year and my year is going to be even more eventful around the New Year period. I photographed my last wedding on the 17th December and my last proper photography job on the 21st so on the 22nd we drove to Yorkshire. We had aspirations to do a few things but quite honestly Yorkshire and York itself are really boring so we didn’t bother doing anything. The only thing worth doing was seeing the Highmoor Bloodhounds Fox Hunt.
So why is York boring? Well compared to Edinburgh there’s literally nothing to do. People go on about how pretty York is and yes it’s pretty in places but Edinburgh Old Town is infinitely more interesting. People also talk about how friendly Yorkshire people are and generally I would say bollocks to that. If you follow this blog you’ll remember I did quite a lot of work for Deliveroo towards the end of 2015 and I travelled around quite a lot and of all the places I travelled to York was the most stuck up, arrogant and useless city of all.
Before you jump on the nationalistic band wagon, remember I’m English, I simply don’t like York.
So back to the Highmoor Bloodhounds Fox Hunt, this was being held in the village of Pocklington where my mother lives. She insisted we arrive around 11 and I believe the event was scheduled for 11.30 but it started just after 12. I found a pretty good spot for where the run was supposed to go but the start was diverted after an idiot in a Citroen ran a family over. 20 minutes before the event was due to start I noticed this guy in a white citroen bombing down the road towards the square where the hunt was due to start. He drove in so fast when he had to slow his car was squirming. So just before the event the same guy came bombing in, clearly wasn’t looking where he was going (he said the light was in his eyes, bullshit) and combined with a family who stepped out into the road without looking, boom, collision time.
Thankfully no one was hurt but plonk in the car should have been looking where he was going and the family should also have been looking where they were going.
So once the horses went off, they diverted but I followed my mother who guessed where they were going and we managed to capture photos of the horses going by. Quite cool. Granted I’d prefer to be trackside at a motorsport race but for boxing day in the middle of nowhere it was fun to watch.
And that’s it for the Highmoor Bloodhounds Fox Hunt. Liv, Amelia and myself are heading back to Edinburgh on the 27th (thank god!) and the following day we’re moving home. Yay! We’ve lived in Granton for the last four years and while our part is ok the surrounding areas are pretty god awful. We’re moving to Marchmont which is one of the best areas in Edinburgh so Amelia when she goes to school next year will be going to one of the very best schools in Edinburgh/the UK.
I’ll update photos of the move on here as it happens.