Don’t let anyone tell you TV work is glamorous, bemoans H&H’s hunting columnist
At home in Yorkshire, there is a jump that my father looks upon with a face of woe. The site of a nasty fall? For years the reason for his grief-stricken face eluded me – until the other day, when I mentioned we were doing some filming for a BBC period drama.
“You’ll earn every penny,” he said, recounting a tale of endless takes over the aforementioned fence with horses and hounds for Emmerdale.