The sailing season is drawing to a close and the fox hunting season is just beginning. I am a fox. To be a fox one must be willing to run through the underbrush squirting sent on the foliage while being chased across field and forest by a bevy of beautiful women on horseback. This is followed by a blow out party called a “tea”. Life is good. This Saturday the hunt was canceled because of rain but the tea was held at a beautiful estate in Concord. I must rest up for my next foxing on Tuesday.
Today was Grotonfest where I worked the trails committee booth. It is a great little event for the town and especially the children.
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