BY ANNA BOWEN I first went hunting ten years ago, on a grey day in late October, riding a four year old piebald mare bought from gypsies. I fell in love with the sport several weeks later, crossing the ethereal uplands of North Carmarthenshire, following the shaggy hounds of the Towy and Cothi. The obsession was inevitable, as Dire Straits sing the dice was loaded … Continue reading How to Get into Hunting