I remember when the beats would start to come in and the geese would get up and take forever to fly over. You'd be sitting there on the banks and then "PLOP" someones coat would have a big blue goose shit on it.
Then the coursing started and was always brilliant.
Then that night in the pub ,we used to stay in Ormskirk, you'd be in the company of hunting folk, not just greyhoundy folk, but good honest hunting, country folk.
I miss that. Over here after a coursing meeting nowadays everyones in to greyhounds and that's it.
But with the Waterloo Cup you'd be sitting with terriermen, lurcherme