HE Cheshire Plain has always, to me, evoked dairy farming. Its huge, flat landscape is neatly enclosed by hedgerows and interspersed with tall, handsome red-brick farmhouses, a sign of a prosperous farming past. It’s still like that, although dairying has been more precarious in recent years. Those huge farmhouses—and every few miles an elegant hall—still dominate the landscape, but today I’m learning about something else: the farming
