In the days prior to the establishment of the North Warwickshire Hunt, John Burman kept a pack of hounds at Light Hall, his kennels being situated in the lane running from the Hall to the Stratford Road at Monkspath. The lane being now known as Dog Kennel Lane in consequence thereof.

We hear in 1867, that "Mr. Muntz was out, of whom be it known "there is not a more staunch preserver of foxes in England, and "no one that enjoys a run more on his good chestnut mare;" stories of that fine type of sporting parson, the Rev. T. H. Mynors, so well known on his brown horse; and many things, though interesting, which do not concern Tanworth at all. I will content myself with an account of a meet at Tanworth on the 4th of December 1868, which reads as follows:

"The morning had been wild and doubtful. At eleven o'clock it began to mend. On looking round a few of the right faces were there, Messrs. Arkwright, Hemming, C. Richards, J. Heynes, Sheldon, W. Milward, Sankey, our popular Master and his brother, Lord Leigh, the Rev. T. Mynors and a friend who had evidently seen hounds before. The hounds were thrown into that sure find, Mockley Wood. No sooner in than Destiny's whimper was heard, and away they went at a cracking pace to the top of the covert, where, being headed, he turned short back, ran a ring in the wood, then put his head straight to all appearances for Carpenter's Hill. The hounds settling down to him beautifully, sent him along by Ford Hall, Jennil Hill, across Trap's Green, up the meadows for the Cross. He changed his point just before reaching the Alcester Road, crossed Aspley Heath, on to Mr. Martin's farm, Mr. Heynes's, Beaumont's Hill, Wood End, through Wood's coppice, over part of Earlswood Common down to the Witch Pits; 35 minutes in the open without a check. The fox then made for Amull's and here, I believe we left him, a fresh fox jumping up and going straight through Charlcote, broke at the lower end for Umberslade Park. The hounds were here stopped and returned to Arnull's, where at the bottom by the pit a fox jumped up looking very wet and dogged-no doubt our hunted fox, which had lay down and got his wind. The hounds ran him through the Acorn Coppice, and forced him out at the top end by the Flower Knot. Here he turned for Mr. Burman's of Waring's Green, over the brook at the bottom of his fields, and crossing the Cottage Farm on to Earlswood Common, down to the reservoir, and then on to Quinney's Farm, where the scent failed altogether, and he was given up at Salter Street Church. The country crossed, about twelve miles, is known to be the most severe and awkward in the hunt. The Rev. T. Mynors was on a new mount. His cousin, a reverend divine from the Quorn country, is a workman all over, "well versed in the creed." It was his first appearance with us, and though he rode in trousers, the rough country could not stop him. He was very forward from first to last on his cousin's well-known brown horse, and expressed himself much pleased by being in so good a thing with the North Warwickshire."

Extract from "The Story Of Tanworth In Arden", by John Burman. Published in 1930