Sir T’s house
- Read A Storm of Swords on train with Lord F.
- Went to local village fete. The boys lost at tug of war. Girls dominated it. Bought a crystal necklace for two quid, a cute vintage purse for half that, and then - my crowning achievement - a working typewriter for two pounds fifty. Boys went welly wanging, we ate candy floss.
- Drove to local river. I say drove - hung on for dear life in a trailer containg five people, two canoes, being towed by a land rover driven by a darling Essex girl with two guys on top. At river, we played, hard. Mostly involving sinking stuff.
- Din dins, then watched lighting of jubilee beacon across the valley. Then proceeded to go on insane walk in the dark through rape fields taller than my head - I hid in Hackett’s jacket for most of it to avoid getting smashed in the face. Moon unbelievable; as bright as day.
- Next day, breakfasted like kings on bacon, and played around the house. Boules, croquet, cartwheeling, swimming, shooting. I’m still a good shot, it turns out.
- Rode pillion with Sir T on a motorbike for the first time in my life. Very quickly hooked.
- Drove to local mudflats. Lady F and I poked around near the sea while the boys played boule, again.
- Very English barbecue. Hilariously traditional; girls inside doing veggies and gossiping, boys outside manning it up over the meat.
- Post din dins had many tipsy rounds of Racing Demon (an absolutely savage card game) and Articulate in the library, before happily curling up in bed.
Spectacularly fun times.
