The Father, the Son and the Holy hunt

BY coincidence, Rothes Miller came to lunch here on the day you published her letter (February 22) about the adjacent pack of foxhounds being blessed before hunting. I was able to tell her of the days when, as a young bachelor based at home, a hunting day sometimes coincided with early Communion in the village church. It was not unusual to see spurs sticking out below the bottom of our hunting parson’s cassock—he always wanted to avoid being late at the meet, so, under his ecclesiasticals, he was dressed for a day’s hunting. John Parkes, Dorset