Edited by Catherine Austen
@cfausten123
FOR many visitors to Cornwall, its image and experience are of sandy beaches, starfished coves and lasting memories of long summer days and sundowner evenings.
But for the “real” Cornwall, it is necessary to journey to its interior, small villages, their houses almost glued to the shoulders of steep bracken banks, and the wild expanse of Bodmin Moor. Nowhere in Cornwall is this more authentic than at the farm near St Neot of East Cornwall master and huntsman Graham Higgins and his wife Lynsey.
Hounds, which have been kennelled here for 40 years, loll on tidy benches, hunt horses graze in the paddocks and, in the front room, a host of modest memorabilia commemorate and venerate Graham Higgins's 40 years as a master of hounds, first with the Bolventor Harriers and then, since 1997 and their amalgamation, with the East Cornwall. Now 68, Graham will retire from the mastership at the end
