Snooker’s Wood

Northwich Guardian, Saturday 12 February 1876

On Saturday we met at Toft. “The least said the soonest mended,” shall be my excuse for a brief description of to-day’s sport, which certainly was wretchedly bad. Found a fox in the old Gorse, and ran him across a few fields to the railway pointing for Tabley, and then lost him mysteriously. Drew the whole of the Tabley covert blank, Snooker’s Wood following suit, while the fox we found in Leonard’s Wood, after going across one or two fields, disappeared as mysteriously as his predecessor had done. Arley, Park Moss, and Cobber’s Gorse, like Tabley, were drawn blank from end to end, and we came home sadly disappointed with our day’s sport, if such it could be called.