A dank early morning, and beneath the Chilterns in Oxfordshire a small string of racehorses stride out in file with almost military precision. Among their riders is Britain’s most successful female Olympian, who could be considered an incongruous presence in the sense that a woman more familiar to straddling a piece of two-wheeled carbon fibre is now aboard half a ton of four-legged horseflesh.

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