The annual meet of the Blankney Hunt takes place in the village each November. Horses and hounds come together at the entrance to Blankney park, whilst refreshments are laid-on for riders and followers in the old Blankney schoolhouse.
Blankney Hunt
A bright and crisp November morn
The Hunt will meet today
To answer the call of the huntsman's horn
Another fox to slay
But first the meet in Blankney school
Where lessons no longer taught
Have never been learned by those
Who gather for whisky and port
Sense the excitement
At the gates of the park
As the horses grow restless
And hounds start to bark
A magnificent sight for all to behold
As riders in scarlet and black
Set off, for the chase is about to unfold
The quarry pursued by the pack
This country pursuit with its splendour and pomp
A tradition it has to be said
Enjoyed by all who took part in the romp
Except for the fox who lies dead
Rodney Garlant
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