Wayland's Smithy Long Barrow

I left with Brodie and Fionne, early this morning, for White Horse Hill at Uffington. I made a huge mistake not taking enough warm clothing, as it was bitterly cold and blowing a gale. It was difficult to stand, let alone walk up hill but we made it to the Gallops by 8.15 and had a flask of coffee. 

We then continued to do the 8 mile route and the dogs had a brilliant time. As we walked through some woodland, a large fox ran into the path of the dogs. They gave chase but quickly returned, as he went into the undergrowth. A few minutes later, I could hear a pack of dogs howling, so I put my two on leads and waited. The pack emerged and so did about 10 riders on horseback, kitted out in the full red jacket regalia. They saw me taking pictures of them but they didn't say anything. Luckily, the hounds went off in the direction that we'd just come from, so I think that Mr Fox may live to see another day. I'd like to think that my two saved his life by making him double back on himself, rather than into the path of the foxhounds. 
This image is Brodie and Fionne at the Wayland's Smithy Long Barrow. I've probably mentioned before that this place is one of my favourite haunts and it's older than the pyramids! 

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