Alexandra Henton
HE country has always been part of my life. We live in the Leicestershire countryside and my formative years were spent poking around in streams with my sister, jumping on our ponies with only a headcollar for guidance to race each other up the field, riding with my mother and acting as a human gundog to my father on his shoot days. I would stand by him on the peg, in my waxed jacket and cap, toes slowly turning to ice,
