The first truly chilly start of the season. It began with drive through retina-melting low sun interspersed with patches of clichéd moorland mist. On arrival at Lionel and Lavinia’s I was surprised by the forgotten feeling of early morning cold and damp. Coats were scrambled for, shoulders slightly hunched, work the antidote to dankness. Shrubs were draped with cauls of gossamer, lawns diamond studded. Then the promised warmth slowly unwrapped us, first jackets, then fleece were stripped. Finally sleeves were pushed up and brows wiped. On cue the speciality of the house was welcomed, reviving Mexican lime cordial, previous shivers all but forgotten.