I carefully laid out a complete set of hunting clothes and quickly bathed. After twenty years of hunting, I still get a great kick out of dressing on a hunting morning. It has become a well-established ritual: Standing in front of a large mirror; pulling on my breeches and tucking them carefully into long socks so as to eliminate any creases around the knees: shaking in a lot of talcum powder to ease the chafing effect of four hours in the saddle; buttoning up a long-tailed Tattersall check shirt; choosing a strong gold tiepin from my leather stud box; carefully tying a spotless white stock; pulling on long shiny top boots with hooked boot pulls and finally slowly buttoning up my leather waistcoat.