The buyer who bought Eve and Adam is an enthusiastic lady who tends to stalk her artists; after many phone calls I surrendered to her kind invitation [having run out of excuses, except the truth I am an anti-social grump] and accompanied by Ruth riding shotgun, we set out to go for lunch at her rather lovely farmhouse deep in the countryside.
R drives a black and shiny Beemer convertible, which also seemed an appropriate horse on which to ride up on, except we got horribly lost down the rabbit runs of country lanes.
At one point Ruth tried to take a tractor driver hostage and force him to guide us until i pointed out [with a squeak] that his tractor was pulling a heavy trailer and approaching us at a rate of knots.
An hour late for our appointment and fruitless use of petrol and temper we came across L striding along a lane looking for us, presumably she would have hunted us down whatever we did.
I am not good with posh persons who drawl yahhhhh and show no sign of nerves in any situation, but L was also very sweet.
She has amassed a full load of local and more prestigious artists work and introduced us to each one in turn.
I was very taken with this.
and these two.
We had lunch eventually in the kitchen, which was originally the dairy. So on a grey, rainy day very cold, but being upper class she didn't notice, tho she did go so far as to warm up her remaining morning coffee for us till it was at least blood heat. Oh the insouciance of those with total confidence of their position in the cosmos.
We had an almost living trout unceremonious salad with home made mayonnaise and flies, lots of flies. I am a fly fanatic and own two swatters, unfortunately L didn't.
After lunch we toured the grounds
Apparently there are no fish for the mermaid to look after because otters have been reintroduced into the county. L and the mermaid are not amused.
Not a problem in our little plastic pond which is only occasionally visited by a roaming frog or thirsty pigeon.
I won't name this maker as L would be anxious about the info floating round the web about her garden ornaments. Suffice to say as teenager I was besotted with his work and to see it roaming free was a special pleasure.
