At the Royal Norfolk Show, there are toffs a-plenty. There's even a special marquee reserved for the County Set. They wear cocktail dresses or morning suits, champers glass in hand, and have arrived in Land Rovers. They're obviously well-heeled, and I'm afraid it's these types, mostly, that go hunting.

I'm just a lower middle-class person from working class parents and have nothing at all in common with these people. I used to go drag-hunting on a hired pony, and enjoyed it (no killing involved, just following a scent set by the trailer) But the toffs would have nothing to do with such poor sport.

I do try to cultivate a 'No-Prejudice' attitude to all people, but these sorts are arrogant, with a huge sense of their superiority. Their love of hunting is principally a social thing. The Hunt Ball, the Stirrup Cup, it's a million miles away from 'controlling foxes for agricultural benefit'.

As Steve says, one could merely take out a rifle (a true countryman who knows his stuff) and dispatch foxes humanely. Instead the toffs send an oik round to stop the foxholes up, so the poor animal can't go to earth when fleeing the hounds. Sick and cruel.

Our local crematorium had a problem with rabbits eating the floral memorials. There were scores of the things munching on all the wreaths. So they sensibly got a local chap and paid him to sit with a rifle (silencer attached) all night and pick the rabbits off. They were killed cleanly, and the problem was solved. The same approach could be used with foxes. But of course,it's no fun and Tarquin and Felicity can't dress up and go galloping off on their blood hunters.