


We survived it. 15th August 2008 is now a mere memory ….the day went swimmingly well, though I have to admit to seeing nothing and no-one. Someone delivered some liquorice allsorts and they miraculously appeared at my feet – I say a public thank you to whoever this was, as although they must have been right next to me I have absolutely no recollection of them at all…the whole day passed in a blur, and then it was over. The stallholders went home, my lovely waiting girls (l’equipe d’enfer) collapsed exhausted and Samuel emerged bleary eyed from a very hot kitchen, where he and Grégoire had been slaving all day. Numbers are up on last year (a good thing) and we had a better day. The terrace was hoppin’, the bar was alive and kickin’ and the 3 services were full to brimmin’
The day finished with a country ball up in a marquee overlooking the lake…. perfect end to a perfect day.