"You are a very important personage in the community," said the landowner helpfully, "but do you know who is the most important?"
"No, who?" asked the rector.
"The Master of Foxhounds," said the landowner.
In the light of the importance of rank and the start of a new social season, FHL thought that we should provide hosts and hostesses with some helpful advice on correct seating arrangements for your next dinner party.
I was an outrider at the Blue Ridge Fall Races on Saturday. Besides the fact that I love sitting on a horse and that outriding is a great way to see the races, it’s also a habit. I’ve been doing it on the Woodley racecourse in Berryville, Virginia for twenty-five years. The sun was shining in a brilliant blue sky, my horse looked handsome, the hospitality tent was filled with delicious food, and all was right with the world. Until it wasn’t.
In case you haven’t noticed, I have a new book out: Foxhunting Adventures: Chasing the Story. It’s a collection of thirty-two of my foxhunting stories, the earliest ones written over forty years ago. I’ll be signing books at various locations over the next few months, and if you’re in the neighborhood or are planning on attending any of the following events, please stop and say hello. Here’s my schedule as it stands now:
September 5: Hunt Night at the Warrenton Horse Show. I’ll be with Jan Neuharth and Vicki Moon who will be signing their books as well.
September 15 (10:00 a.m.–6:00 p.m.): Tri-County Feeds, Etc., Marshall, VA
September 17: Blue Ridge Fall Races Calcutta Night at Woodley, Berryville, VA
October 8: Locke’s Store wine tasting, Millwood, VA
October 18: Hunt Night at the Pennsylvania National Horse Show, Harrisburg, PA
October 27: Chevy Chase Club, Chevy Chase, MD
November 5: Belle Meade Opening Meet, Thomson, GA
They told me it was worth it. To go to the hassle of dropping my trailer in L.A. To go to the trouble of wiggling east, then back west to find Highway 1. To suck up a whole tank of fuel just for a hundred miles of roadway.
And they were right.
The legendary Pacific Coast Highway earned top marks from our intrepid traveling band for beauty, raw power, force of nature, and inspiration, and not necessarily in that order. I read somewhere that lots of people fly into San Francisco, rent a convertible, and drive the route north to south (the preferred direction). I agree. This was fun enough in a diesel truck, but how much more so in, oh, say, a ’97 Esprit Turbo. Highway 1 is built for sin.