Due to a surfeit of workman and their corresponding transport, His Lordship picked me up today from the National Trust car park a mile or so from the Mantle’s Mansion This rough old patch has breath-taking views along the rugged Exmoor coast and across to Wales. A camper van was the only other vehicle in the area. “What a view to wake up to!” I said to LM “Shall we pretend we are having an illicit meeting?” “OK” and he gave me a big bear hug. “I was thinking of pretending we were international jewel thieves” I said, “Oh” he said as he helped me put my tools into the back of his brand-new motor.
On the way to the house we pulled in to wait for a cautious woman to inch her way past us in her nice shiny 4 x 4, determined not to get any mud on it. Whilst patiently waiting, I pushed a button on my door. By a stroke of luck this opened the window, meaning I could take a photo of swampland beyond.