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The history of Cinnamon Fox Manor has long been associated with fox hunting. My ancestors enjoyed riding to hounds, banquets, breakfasts, ceremonies, gatherings, all to celebrate this blood sport. My father was the last of our family line to engage in this ancient aristocratic sport. I inherited  Cinnamon Fox Maner when I was forty-seven years old and that was when things changed. I do not take pleasure pride or joy in any type of blood sport. I enjoy more tranquil, natural and pastoral pleasures such as bird watching. The only thing I have ever aimed at a living creature was the lens of a camera. There were twenty-three taxidermied foxes o

This is a true story that  my  Uncle told me when I was a young boy. It is one of those strange tales that leaves you to wonder... when my uncle Earl Morgan ( we called him Red Morgan) was a young, fashionable chap, he used to motor along the Kings highway from Northamptonshire through Oxford and Newbury to Portsmouth, a trip of approximately one hundred and twenty miles, He told me that one brilliant September day he had pulled over to get petrol at a small station and while he was standing by his motor car his eyes by chance rose to a large stone barn on a slight hillside bordered by hedge rose with a small cottage nearby. In the yard, he c