Us boys went for a blow the cobwebs away stomp around Burrough Hill and bumped into the hunt on the way round. Luke and Joe kept referring to them as "The upper class" - probably because they all said "Hair-lair" as they rode by. This chap told me that they were actually after a real fox (which of course is slightly illegal now) as he tapped the side of his nose.
We picked up the turkey on the way home and made the giblet stock on our return. Joe and I polished off the liver pretty quick (yum). The stuffing is now all made as well, just need to pop to town tomorrow now to buy all the stuff we forgot to buy at the weekend and today!
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