"Our local hunt met yesterday, as it always does at this time, on the site of the Battle of Hastings," writes Charles Moore. "This year, the crowd of supporters was so great that traffic stopped altogether and horses and hounds had to cram against the gates of the abbey to make room. A few yards away, on the frosty ground, is the site where Harold fell, shot through the eye, and our nation was born."
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