The Hunting Pink

The Survivor

Supping a breakfast mulled wine and munching a mince pie on Boxing Day morning, the local hunt trotted through a nearby town. A big crowd had gathered to see them off. I became transfixed by the hunting pink jacket you see here, which the rider said had been in active service over eighty years. Judging by his age, this clearly meant it had been passed on through the generations.

Over its long life the jacket has typified ancient tradition fully rooted and in touch with its community and its surroundings. Governments come and go, causes and conflicts fall in and out of fashion and EUs crumble. Constant and authentic, this remarkable jacket and the life it represents remains steadfast against prevailing whims and fancies.


  1. It beats mine which was made by Huntsman in 1938 but equally repaired.

    1. Thanks Foghorn. I'm equally impressed.
      Best wishes, Tweedy

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  3. Hi Tweed Pig,
    Why don't you show your face?? I think the picture quality was nice. But you need to describe some more. Thank you for your sharing.

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