Foxhounds

Though I’m not particularly a supporter of fox hunting, I am very fond of foxhounds – it goes back to formative years in childhood when my Father would take me to hunt meets all over North Yorkshire. He had been First Whip with the Bedale hunt just before the war and was steeped in country lore which he taught to me quietly and without my realising it. To a child the hounds were enormous and boisterous, but always gentle like kindly pugilists and I’ve had a soft spot for them ever since so here’s the beginnings of a new painting ‘Foxhounds’, a tribute to the hounds themselves and to my late Father.