Philippa Tyrwhitt-Drake
Jun 16, 2022
3 minutes
THE introduction to my sporting life was a baptism by fire, when I was invited to join a party to go grouse shooting. They were all very old friends and I knew no one except (my future husband) Bill [above right with]. I had to beg, steal and borrow the kit – I didn’t even own a pair of wellies. I survived, Bill and I got married nine months later, and so my association with shooting began.
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