Mostly. the large estates belong to old money, the sort of inbred person that was born with money and in turn never did a thing with their life except ride a horse after a pack of hounds that are yapping at a scrawny fox.Last weekend my arrival to the farm was slowed while waiting for three horsemen with a pack of hounds running around them. They were certainly saving themselves for the chase, I guess! After about 10 minutes they actually moved into the rough and let me pass. I had not idea that packs of hounds could be so large!
The previous farmer here told me 'It's a great place, but waiting for the horses to go by gets a bit tiring.' ;-)
