Philip Nore, steeplechase jockey, asked no more from life than horses to ride and time to himself to spend on his other great interest, photography. Like a minefield of dragons’ teeth, whole crops of problems suddenly erupted in his path, disturbing and threatening and ultimately dangerous.　 Aided only by a natural wit and a knowledge of cameras, he unwillingly began picking his way through, facing on the way not only ferocious enemies but the traps and uncertainties of his own past