

Several local fox hunts participated in a Hound show in Sterling MA. A good time was had by all. Old North Bridge Hounds took several firsts including the envied “pack class” trophy. Congratulations to Mim and Hum.
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Yesterday I finished preparing the hull for launch staying overnight on the boat up on stanchions. In the evening I took in the Di Vinci Code which seemed to follow the book. In the morning I told John that the boat was ready and they proceeded to remove blocks and pallets that were in the way and send her to the sea. A hydraulic trailer is used to move the boat from the stanchions to the travel lift which lowers the craft into the water. Staff then jumps aboard to see if water is gushing in from any hole. None found, the boat is put at the dock for engine commissioning and rigging.
The day was overcast and cool for May but our intrepid foxers ventured forth into the wilds of Lincoln MA to spread anise on the foliage. No large beasts were encountered and all returned safely to ground. My mother had come later with my wife who rode her main horse in the field. The hounds did a great job giving excellent voice as reported by Mrs. Glass. A small “tailgate” was enjoyed by the respectable but small field until it rained on the party. While not good for the “tailgate”, the rain is a bonus for my newly planted garden. Tonight it is dinner at Gibbit Hill followed by a talk at the Nashoba River Watershed Association. The picture is a Google satellite view with out path indicated by triangles.

















diamonds on an inky background. Light pollution in the Boston area hides such brilliant shows. It was very pleasant with Pat’s horse in the pasture a few feet away, good wine and conversation. W fed the horses and went riding with Gail, Pat and Marsha E in the late morning while I read on the condo porch with Gidget. Marsha has a 17 hand three inch horse that can move right out. In the afternoon I took a bike ride which went well considering the back problems of late. On the trek a fellow was seen working on his tralierable sailboat in the yard not too far from our condo. About an hour was spent trading boat maintenance ideas and giving personal histories. He was from the Akron area living one mile from Magador, the original home of my mother. This lake sailor had purchased the boat in Wayland MA and trailered it down to Southern Pines during a break in the weather in February.

This area fits their hobbies well as they can do their thing all winter long. Some pictures of Hyland Hills area are included. Back problems restrict my movement by expand my reading. The next book is on sailing in Canada, Sniffing the Coast, an Acadian voyage on loan from Jack and Phyllis.













