The Madwick Hunt was in full cry after the red fox. The hounds swept by, followed by the riders.
No one took any notice of LAURA ST. JOHN except about ten men, most of whom nearly fell off their horses as they pulled up in stunned delight. But up popped a good-looking sailor who had either lost his ship or didn't know where the sea was.
“I saw her first," he said to the horsemen, "you lot go chase the fox, he went that way."
They all raised their headgear politely and went on their way, and the sailor had a chat with lovely Laura and then showed her over his ship, which he remembered he'd left lying around in Portsmouth Harbour. But Laura couldn't stay for a sailor's supper as she had to get home to hubby.
Laura is twenty three and is curvily tailored at 36-23-36. She fits a polka-dot bikini beautifully.
She doesn't look bad in a mini, either, does she? Her favourite sport is swimming. She lives on the South Coast and during the summer months takes full advantage of the sea.