Us and 8,000 others were at George's place this holiday but a sharp breeze meant we had the landscape pretty much to ourselves. Two walled gardens, espaliered blossoming peaches, the friskiest fluffiest lambs, the sombre family tombs, the plain slave graveyard (150+) and the immense waterfront vistas and a packed warm bus that swept us back to the start and a crazy, over-crowded junk-food lunch. It was still post-flu exhausting but worth the effort for J's complete devotion to the subject and the real things.
