Foxy foxies

The foxies. That’s what I’m going to call them. They are a new kind of political protester, the type that takes freedom and liberty so seriously that they are willing to hunt foxes to prove it:

Tracey Worsfold is terrified at the prospect of hunting for the first time. She sits bolt upright on a large stallion called Cobweb, after only a few riding lessons. She is dressed to the nines and steadying her nerves with a warm rum punch.

The fox is the last thing on her mind as she prepares to charge through the Surrey countryside with 60 others. She quite expects Cobweb to bolt and end up in the mud. He looks even more alarmed.

Ms Worsfold, a gardener, is not your usual hunt beginner, rather a normally apolitical young woman who is so incensed at Labour's attack on the sport that she has taken it up, just because it is likely to be banned when the hunting bill returns to the Commons next week.

'Sod this nanny state stuff, I'm starting.' It's been happening for the last three years. You could say that Labour have shot themselves in the foot by trying to ban it."

It seems that you don't need to hunt to love hunting