Michael Beverley With His Whipper In And Harriers,
The air feels heavy with the scent of damp earth and the frantic energy of the hunt. Two riders move through a sprawling field, their horses' hooves churning the soil as they navigate the rolling landscape. On the left, a man in a dark coat and a top hat leans slightly forward, his hands steady on the reins of a brown horse marked by a white blaze. Beside him, a…








