But she goes cubbing at another point, and is only distressed when she thinks they will be killing new-born cubs. When she realises they are more like teenagers, she thinks it is quite all right.

Cubbing always sounds awful to me: if I have got it right, they surround a burrow, then, when a young fox tries to run out, they drive it back to meet the hounds. Not much of a sport at all.

Of course Ginty is anti-blood sports until she meets Patrick.