Our brilliant weather abandons us and we get a taste of what England does a lot — rain. Anne & Graeme kindly drive us up from Staines and we all enjoy a hearty Sunday lunch together. Isn’t this what English Sunday dinner is all about?
In Stotfold, we enjoy lots of RnR an I/we binge on The Crown on Netflix. I need to be able to talk about it - niece Hannah is art director and working on the next series. It’s a harrowing tale of the joys and sorrows of royalty. Poor Queenie, I gather she hasn’t watched it but the young Royals all watch apparently. We can understand why Margaret turned into such a sourpuss.
We have good weather on the second day for a jaunt to a lovely 16th century pub near Ely, visit the cathedral and just miss a visit to Cromwell’s rustic little house there.With these trencher lunches, you don’t need dinner.
Ted takes advantage of their membership in the local Wine Society (the largest seller of wines in the country!) to visit with Clive for selecting and tasting and return with a case or so of wine.
Chris Richardson was my bus buddy at Hitchin Gramar School for Girls from age 11-14 and the two us have a lovely catchup on the ensuing 50 years at Norton Gardens tea shop - huge slabs of carrot cake.
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