This, then, was the day after Adrian’s christening and so all descended on the Fyfe’s family home in my old village in Somerset.
This, then, also are the few and final days of the house being the family home, as after generations of being a Fyfedom (see what I did there?) it’s time for new pastures. I hope you’ll forgive the old girl for being in a slight state of undress. We’ll all miss her. It’s where Andy and Aleks had their wedding reception and, indeed, was Alek’s first English home when she came over from Bosnia.
And so this is a post to welcome Adrain and, sadly (and with fond rememberances of wine in her gardens) to the house a farewell.