A Glorious Day in Edenbridge

As usual Mair and David laid on a great spread for the party, which was a goodbye-and-thanks to Pam, who has run the opera group they are members of (and I used to be in it, too) for many years. It also doubled as a fundraiser for the group. They've been sharing their beautiful house with us all since they moved in during the 1980s. They also open the gardens several times every summer for charity.

The house from the main lawn.

The house, oast, hedges and nursery garden.

The house from the far end of the main lawn.

A 2000-year-old Roman well-head is the focal point at the end of the lawn.

The house from the rose garden.

My friend Pat, opera-lover extraordinaire.

Pat goes to almost every performance the opera group gives, even though she lives many miles from where they perform and doesn't drive. She's a radiographer, and before the powers-that-be saw fit to move her department from the small specialist neuro unit where it used to be and install it in a large general hospital, she worked close to Wimbledon Lawn Tennis Club. Her department used to x-ray and scan injuries to the likes of Pete Sampras.