Archive for January, 2008

Urban Fox

Thursday, January 24th, 2008

After a few drinks in town on Sunday evening, Jonny and I were standing outside a take away waiting for our burgers when I spotted a fox about 15 metres away, just standing on the pavement.

I was a bit taken aback by it’s presence, but my instincts took over and I decided that I should chase it! Much to Jonny’s amusement I tore off across the road after it, chasing it into a car park only for the crafty thing to hide behind some cars and then double back to were I had first seen it.

I tried to take a few pics as evidence, but only managed a few blurry ones. The fox dived through a fence when I got closer.

Imagine my surprise when he appeared just 2 metres from me as I was stood in the doorway of my house having a cigarette just 10 minutes ago!

It seemed undeterred by my presence and carried on sniffing around for scraps of food – I reached for my camera phone only to realise that it was in my room on charge. I was tempted to run back upstairs for it, but didn’t want the little bugger deciding to come in for a look around.

Unfortunately on my return he was nowhere to be seen!

I find it quite odd that the fox is in such an urban area, and I’m more surprised that it seemed so accepting of human presence. These things are definitely vermin, scavenging like rats for whatever scraps they can find lying around, discarded on the ground.

I look forward to the day that my riding skills are good enough for me to join one of the hunts on horseback, rather than just as an observer.

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Point to Point racing at Higham

Tuesday, January 8th, 2008

Saturday night saw Livi and myself heading to Ben’s house in Boxford for yet another of Ben & Nic’s dinner parties!

As I had suspected, the food was better than the last time – which itself was better than the first! The night led to us sampling the 2 local pubs in Boxford and then relaxing in possibly the cosiest room in the world with some wine.

Despite not going to sleep until about half three in the morning, and sleeping on a couch that was a little shorter than me, Livi and I got up and headed home from Ben’s just after ten. Within an hour we had been home, changed, eaten and made our way to Higham racecourse.

Once again, I had no idea what to expect. Livi had told me that Nigel, the thoroughbred that she rides, was an ex point-to-point racer that had made a good few thousand pounds in winnings in his career. I also knew that it was a race around the course which had jumps throughout it rather than a simple flat racecourse.

It cost £10 each for us to get into the grounds, and we may have ended up spending money on more Joules clothing (they had a tent there!), on some light refreshments and of course we also spent some money with the Countryside Alliance; a booklet on hunting laws, some hilarious postcards and I got a book on the various aspects of hunting in the UK.

The races themselves proved to be thoroughly enjoyable. Each of them covered just over 2 miles, which seemed to equate to about 2 and a half laps of the course. The addition of the jumps also presented the potential for drama as riders got thrown.

The first jump that I seen horses clear was also the first jump that someone was thrown. The poor guy was lying on the floor for a little bit too long and the paramedics had made their way towards him. Fortunately he was on his feet by the time they got to him. Livi pointed out that above all else, they would be immensely winded after their fall.

The races occurred  every half hour or so, with each horse being presented in the paddock before their race.  Oh and the winner of each race was presented with a fine bottle of Adnams champagne and an Adnams hip flask.

I have to say that the weather helped a lot, it was a gorgeous frosty morning and the sun was high in the very clear, and very blue sky. This combined with the thunderous rumble of the horses galloping around was just perfect!

Quite obvious what this is, the race card with the details of each horse and rider in each race

I had been experimenting with my phones ‘BestPic’ feature in order to capture the horses as they passed us. This was one of the times where I managed to press the button after they had cleared the jump

One of the jumps at the far end of the racecourse, still frosty – the position of the horse reminds me of Muybridge’s studies of movement

One of the occasions that I did manage to capture some of the horses going over the jump

Whilst selecting the BestPic mode on my phone, I kept seeing this on the screen – I thought it was quite a nice image

The sun was against me for this one, but it was the only attempt I made at a picture of the jockeys just after a race

Just a general view at the back of the other watchers, I loved the homemade scaffolding platform used by one family – look to the left of the picture

Another ad-hoc viewing platform, the back of a Defender!

A flat cap, Tweed Jacket and a dog – the uniform of the day!

We managed to get a bit closer to the side of the jump for this race

Not sure if this was from the same race or not, but I did manage to get the horse whilst still airborne over the jump

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