The Rushtons got done in Chelsea rather than Quillan, very worrying - but all went well. Splendid old Routemaster took the hordes to the Soho afterwards where the splendid old guests reminisced and the next generation cheered us with their youthful ambitions. Lost the plot very early as the snaps indicate.
Now back in the blessed quiet of Esperaza where it is FREEZING. I'm assured the week was in fact lovely and the cold is in some way my fault.
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