Horses, holly, and a hard truth trotting through Essex
​I took my better half and the children to a traditional Boxing Day hunt, expecting the usual chorus of sighs and phone-glazing, only to watch boredom fold neatly into astonishment as the spectacle unfolded: scarlet coats, steaming horses, brass buttons catching the winter light, and a village green momentarily upgraded to something operatic.
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