A fitting finale

Tessa Waugh wonders whether lingering in Downton Abbey waking dreams might be more enticing than rousing two teens for autumn hunting, but finds herself pleasantly surprised

Middle age throws up some surprising laughs for Tessa Waugh and friends hacking home from a meet, as they grapple with “phone-based practices” usually employed by younger generations

Autumn trail-hunting has arrived, but Tessa Waugh is more concerned with matters closer to home as her husband is “replaced” with a terse stranger on her first morning back out

Does the abundance of rowan berries really forecast snowy days and a hard winter, muses Tessa Waugh , as a home meet draws people of all ages, stages and pre-dawn routines

MAX swept his hair out of his eyes, but the wind blew it back again. He must get to the barber but he’d been so busy lately. It was a blustery day. The long grasses around him rippled like waves, and

David Barker’s skills as a horseman were equalled by his proficiency when carrying the horn, Alastair Jackson explains in the latest of his series about great huntsmen he knew personally