The style guru
Jan 16, 2020
2 minutes
As told to Flora Watkins
I had a bad belly-up at 13, hunting a young horse. I broke my back and neck, and my horse, whom I adored, was fatally injured. I didn’t ride again for many years, then got married and was taken to live in Northamptonshire where I didn’t know anyone. It was really lonely.
I’d be walking my dogs and the hunt would come hooning past
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