IN THE welcoming front room of Captain Ian Farquhar’s Gloucestershire home, a lit wood burner casts a mellow patina of light over a lifetime of memorabilia: paintings, silver foxes, photographs, stud books and poems. They have been accumulated over a family century of breeding and hunting hounds, to which Farquhar himself has contributed 44 years as Master and huntsman of both the Bicester and Duke of Beaufort’s foxhounds.
To all this he will soon add his own memoirs, , chronicling a life at the forefront of hunting, a happy spell as