I WAS fortunate to have grown up on a beautiful arable farm in the north-west of England. As the youngest of three daughters, I was encouraged, along with my sisters, to grasp life and live it to the full. Holidays were mostly spent in the fields building ‘handy pony’ courses to navigate on free-spirited ponies. Otherwise, we weren’t shy of work and were set to task potato grading, stone picking, hay carting and in the beating line on shoot days. We benefited from a deep
