Hunt injury woman recovering

A WOMAN injured by a horse at Rivington’s Boxing Day hunt was left “shocked and bruised” by the incident.

The woman, believed to be aged 64, was airlifted to hospital after one of the horses involved in the hunt knocked her over and stood on her head.

The incident happened just moments before the annual Holcombe Hunt, one of the oldest hunts in the country, was due to start at about midday. The woman was one of hundreds of people who had gathered to watch the start of the hunt, in a field near to Rivington Barn.

She was treated at the scene by paramedics before an air ambulance arrived to airlift her to hospital.

The hunt went ahead as usual, but the annual parade around the field, which traditionally takes place before the hunt, was cancelled to clear the area for the helicopter.

The woman, who had a head injury, was kept under observation in hospital for two days.

Kath Smith, secretary of the Holcombe Hunt, said she had been in contact with the victim who she said was shocked and bruised.

“It was a very unfortunate incident and has never happened before — it was totally isolated,” she said.

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10:15am Thu 3 Jan 13

MarkAllRead says...

What a hunt.
What a hunt. MarkAllRead
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2:03pm Thu 3 Jan 13

boltonnut says...

Airlifted for bruises??? What silly hunt decided that?
Airlifted for bruises??? What silly hunt decided that? boltonnut
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2:30pm Thu 3 Jan 13

VictoriaJane87 says...

Serves her right. Hunting is not only illegal, but sick and twisted.
Serves her right. Hunting is not only illegal, but sick and twisted. VictoriaJane87
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2:56pm Thu 3 Jan 13

Andyroost says...

Now she knows how the Fox feels, what goes around outy, touty, touty
Now she knows how the Fox feels, what goes around outy, touty, touty Andyroost
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5:44pm Thu 3 Jan 13

berushka says...

and what silly and uninformed comments from a load of town-centre flat dwellers.. Grow up, you petty minded individuals.
and what silly and uninformed comments from a load of town-centre flat dwellers.. Grow up, you petty minded individuals. berushka
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6:20pm Thu 3 Jan 13

Hough64 says...

berushka wrote:
and what silly and uninformed comments from a load of town-centre flat dwellers.. Grow up, you petty minded individuals.
How about you grow up and crawl away back under your slimy stone? As I said before, no-one is interested in you or your opinion!! You don't matter you despicable moron.
[quote][p][bold]berushka[/bold] wrote: and what silly and uninformed comments from a load of town-centre flat dwellers.. Grow up, you petty minded individuals.[/p][/quote]How about you grow up and crawl away back under your slimy stone? As I said before, no-one is interested in you or your opinion!! You don't matter you despicable moron. Hough64
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11:02pm Thu 3 Jan 13

VictoriaJane87 says...

berushka wrote:
and what silly and uninformed comments from a load of town-centre flat dwellers.. Grow up, you petty minded individuals.
Wow. We're petty minded because we don't believe in the murder of animals for entertainment. Caring for innocent animals makes us bad people. Got it.
[quote][p][bold]berushka[/bold] wrote: and what silly and uninformed comments from a load of town-centre flat dwellers.. Grow up, you petty minded individuals.[/p][/quote]Wow. We're petty minded because we don't believe in the murder of animals for entertainment. Caring for innocent animals makes us bad people. Got it. VictoriaJane87
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12:55am Fri 4 Jan 13

boltonnut says...

First time this year Iv'e agreed with Hough64,(it's early yet) sounds like berushka is on a WITCH hunt.Silly &itch.
First time this year Iv'e agreed with Hough64,(it's early yet) sounds like berushka is on a WITCH hunt.Silly &itch. boltonnut
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1:27pm Fri 4 Jan 13

berushka says...

boltonnut wrote:
Airlifted for bruises??? What silly hunt decided that?
So I suppose that if it was some drunken moron at a football fight, sorry, I mean match, who was trampled by a Police horse, it would be okay to airlift him? Bruising to the head it may have been, but it could also have been severe brain damage. Still, had it been huffypuffy I would have called the underwater division and taken it for a ride in a convertible submarine. For someone who will soon be celebrating fifty years since they threw the wrong bit away at birth, huffy sure hasn't grown up much;perhaps if someone reminded his/her/its mummy to change the nappy once in a while, then perhaps he/she/it wouldn't spout so much sh.t so often.
p.s. Foxes and Hares are not innocent little fluffy creatures, they are vermin.
[quote][p][bold]boltonnut[/bold] wrote: Airlifted for bruises??? What silly hunt decided that?[/p][/quote]So I suppose that if it was some drunken moron at a football fight, sorry, I mean match, who was trampled by a Police horse, it would be okay to airlift him? Bruising to the head it may have been, but it could also have been severe brain damage. Still, had it been huffypuffy I would have called the underwater division and taken it for a ride in a convertible submarine. For someone who will soon be celebrating fifty years since they threw the wrong bit away at birth, huffy sure hasn't grown up much;perhaps if someone reminded his/her/its mummy to change the nappy once in a while, then perhaps he/she/it wouldn't spout so much sh.t so often. p.s. Foxes and Hares are not innocent little fluffy creatures, they are vermin. berushka
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1:35pm Fri 4 Jan 13

berushka says...

Forgot to say to all my dear readers, a Happy New Year, best wishes for success, the banning of football as the sport for no-brains, some common sense from Bolton Council and the MP who likes to see her name in the paper every week for doing nothing, so friendly rivalry on these comments pages and a visit from the aliens who will whisk huffy puffy back to his/her/its dream-world amongst the fairies. I am leaving now to stay at my summer house in Switzerland, (too cold here at the moment), but rest assured I shall read these pages and continue to add my respected opinion when and wherever it is warranted. Love from Berushka, which means Ladybird to those whose only language is a form of bastardised English, (ie Huffy)
Forgot to say to all my dear readers, a Happy New Year, best wishes for success, the banning of football as the sport for no-brains, some common sense from Bolton Council and the MP who likes to see her name in the paper every week for doing nothing, so friendly rivalry on these comments pages and a visit from the aliens who will whisk huffy puffy back to his/her/its dream-world amongst the fairies. I am leaving now to stay at my summer house in Switzerland, (too cold here at the moment), but rest assured I shall read these pages and continue to add my respected opinion when and wherever it is warranted. Love from Berushka, which means Ladybird to those whose only language is a form of bastardised English, (ie Huffy) berushka
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10:33am Sat 5 Jan 13

Hough64 says...

berushka wrote:
Forgot to say to all my dear readers, a Happy New Year, best wishes for success, the banning of football as the sport for no-brains, some common sense from Bolton Council and the MP who likes to see her name in the paper every week for doing nothing, so friendly rivalry on these comments pages and a visit from the aliens who will whisk huffy puffy back to his/her/its dream-world amongst the fairies. I am leaving now to stay at my summer house in Switzerland, (too cold here at the moment), but rest assured I shall read these pages and continue to add my respected opinion when and wherever it is warranted. Love from Berushka, which means Ladybird to those whose only language is a form of bastardised English, (ie Huffy)
You really are a grade one pleb Bazooka. Why dont you go and cook your cat or whatever it is the chinks do over there.
[quote][p][bold]berushka[/bold] wrote: Forgot to say to all my dear readers, a Happy New Year, best wishes for success, the banning of football as the sport for no-brains, some common sense from Bolton Council and the MP who likes to see her name in the paper every week for doing nothing, so friendly rivalry on these comments pages and a visit from the aliens who will whisk huffy puffy back to his/her/its dream-world amongst the fairies. I am leaving now to stay at my summer house in Switzerland, (too cold here at the moment), but rest assured I shall read these pages and continue to add my respected opinion when and wherever it is warranted. Love from Berushka, which means Ladybird to those whose only language is a form of bastardised English, (ie Huffy)[/p][/quote]You really are a grade one pleb Bazooka. Why dont you go and cook your cat or whatever it is the chinks do over there. Hough64
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11:39am Mon 7 Jan 13

berushka says...

How Huffy came to join the comments pages of the BN: Huffy 64 went to join the Army, 'cause they said even he would be accepted. In the line for the uniform, he said to the man in front that he didn't know his size. As he was a little bigger than he, the man said just ask for the next size up. Shoes? says the sergeant. 7, please, says the man. And you huffypuffy? er, 8 mister please. Pants and shirt? Man says 32 and 36, huffy says 33 and 37. Finally came the beret. Size, snaps the sergeant six and seven-eighths, says the man; nine, ten, eleven blurts huffy. They send him for a haircut, and he turns up with earphone stuck in both ears. Take them out, snaps the barber. Can't, says huffy, I am listening to secret army information. After a couple of minutes, the barber loses patience with trying to cut around the wires, so he quickly whips the earphones off of huffy's head. Immediately, huffy slumps forward in the chair. Slightly confused, the barber decides to take a listen to the secret information.'breathe in then breathe out, breathe in then breathe out' is what he hears.
Having decided to send huffy on active duty, he is crossing the parade ground to collect his orders, when he sees the General and his wife heading in his direction. Huffy is so nervous, that instead of saluting, he lets out a great **** just as they General is passing. The General turns to huffy in a rage and roars 'how dare you **** in front of my wife?' Sorry, says huffy, I didn't know it was her turn!
Finally arrives on the front line and is giving the task of destroying an enemy machine-gun. Taking aim, huffy throws his grenade straight into the enemy bunker. With a broad grin, the enemy soldier picks up the grenade, removes the safety pin and throws it right back at huffy! The Army then realises that the best place for huffy is to be a secret agent, scouring the comments made on BN pages and to respond with totally incoherent and irrelevant comments to confuse the living.
How Huffy came to join the comments pages of the BN: Huffy 64 went to join the Army, 'cause they said even he would be accepted. In the line for the uniform, he said to the man in front that he didn't know his size. As he was a little bigger than he, the man said just ask for the next size up. Shoes? says the sergeant. 7, please, says the man. And you huffypuffy? er, 8 mister please. Pants and shirt? Man says 32 and 36, huffy says 33 and 37. Finally came the beret. Size, snaps the sergeant six and seven-eighths, says the man; nine, ten, eleven blurts huffy. They send him for a haircut, and he turns up with earphone stuck in both ears. Take them out, snaps the barber. Can't, says huffy, I am listening to secret army information. After a couple of minutes, the barber loses patience with trying to cut around the wires, so he quickly whips the earphones off of huffy's head. Immediately, huffy slumps forward in the chair. Slightly confused, the barber decides to take a listen to the secret information.'breathe in then breathe out, breathe in then breathe out' is what he hears. Having decided to send huffy on active duty, he is crossing the parade ground to collect his orders, when he sees the General and his wife heading in his direction. Huffy is so nervous, that instead of saluting, he lets out a great **** just as they General is passing. The General turns to huffy in a rage and roars 'how dare you **** in front of my wife?' Sorry, says huffy, I didn't know it was her turn! Finally arrives on the front line and is giving the task of destroying an enemy machine-gun. Taking aim, huffy throws his grenade straight into the enemy bunker. With a broad grin, the enemy soldier picks up the grenade, removes the safety pin and throws it right back at huffy! The Army then realises that the best place for huffy is to be a secret agent, scouring the comments made on BN pages and to respond with totally incoherent and irrelevant comments to confuse the living. berushka
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