The mist came down a good hour ago
It's turning cold and the forecast gives snow,
Hunt’s gone away and isn’t gain t' come back
No bugger around so I can’t have a craic.

I’d ga down t' bottom, but don’t knar where I am
Wish I were in t' pub or even at yam.
There’s a gurt drop near by, so I'd better sit tight
Hope to god I isn’t up here all night.

On t' lower fell they soon will have rain
But on t' higher grund, its garn t' snow yet again,
Grass will be slippery and ice on the track
All I have agin t' weather is this auld plastic mac.

A wind gits up, it moans in the rocks
But no view of t' hunt or that bloody fox
Mist is blowing out now, over yonder’s the track
T' missus be disappointed, ah’s on mi way back!

CONTRIBUTED ARTICLES

Pennine Times

Pictures

Ramblings

Hound Trailing

Mérens Horse

Letter from France

Packwoman's Grave

Equestrian Art

The Visiting Hunt

Coniston in the 50s & 60s

BOOK REVIEWS

Away, My Lads, Away

The Oxenholme Hounds

Try Back, Lads, Try Back

Echoes & Reflections of a Lost Lakeland Community

PUB TALK

Postcards

The Fell Pony

Beatrix Potter

Girt Drops

Fell Hunter's Lament

Bugger Off

Rydal Deer Park

The Losts Foxes of Lakeland I

The Lost Foxes of Lakeland II

The Lost Packs of Lakeland

Cartoons by Wilk (updated)

Newspapers

What's a Bloody Rock Inspector?

The Craic

Mardale Hunt: A History
~Chapter One
~Chapter Two
~Chapter Three
~Chapter Four
~Chapter Five & Six
~Chapter Seven