BY STEPHEN PAX LEONARD The sky was tawny; the late afternoon frosty and brittle. The fields crunched as the shooting party of Byronic heroes walked across the spines of the hills enjoying some light-hearted repartee. Percy cum-Banter had spent the day on a shoot on the Scottish borders. Not one of those ghastly commercial shoots with appalling practices of burying birds at the end of … Continue reading In the Company of Gentlemen