I do love a bit of Frank Zappa. I’d love to design my own country, get some roots, and stop all this cavorting around for a while or at least have a permanent base of some sorts to launch off from.
It helps to keep the humour when yet again it’s time to pack up my things and say goodbye to my short lived domestic bliss in Kensal Green, 6 months gone in a nano second. Lordy it takes quite a bit of energy! Where next?? Well.. first off it’s India to work on the 2014 Hibiscus samples in September but before then I’ll make the most of a civilised August in London, no traffic jams, tables anytime you want to eat anywhere and a perfect time to simply walk around and take each day as it comes.
British summer. Hasn’t it been heaven? Well worth the wait. Sara and I held our first annual Hibiscus sale in the most fantastic Dad’s Army style village hall on a beautiful day in early July, it was one of the best laughs we’ve had, it’s the way ahead, forget about Bicester Village old school village halls are GOLD. British Racing Green, musty smelling kitchen cupboards and masses of bunting. NO cupcakes though, can’t be doing with any of that. I’ve got rules and standards. Cupcakes aren’t involved. Then there was a head explodingly hot day at one of my best friend’s lovely Oxfordshire wedding, driving around in a hire car I’d crashed earlier with a memorable number plate – no alcohol involved but the humiliation of having to drive the thing about was my come-uppance.
I’ve been lucky enough to have my annual ten days at the gorgeous Clock House at Hadspen, Somerset, courtesy of my old friend Steve where I get to hang out with one of my dearest canine friends Elvis the patterdale terrier for woodland adventures and flexing my National Trust card around the county plus a visit or two from some more favourite people. Montacute House was the destination of choice today with it’s Jacobean and Tudor portraits hanging in the Long Hall on loan from the National Portrait Gallery. I recently read Liz Freemantle’s, Queen’s Gambit, very good holiday reading for those interested in a bit of well written Tudor intrigue.
I couldn’t be happier, I’m about to embark on Patrick Leigh Fermor: An Adventure by Artemis Cooper, Patrick Leigh Fermor is one of my hero’s they simply don’t make them like that anymore, ‘He was elegant as a cat, darkly handsome, unboreable, curious, fearless, fortunate, blessed with a near-eidetic memory, and surely one of the great English prose stylists of his generation.’ (Robert Macfarlane, The Guardian review). Most excellent!