In Windsor Great Park …

… to see the vineyard and discuss with Philip the fate of the decrepit old shed there that they call The Boathouse. Odd, because it’s on top of the hill. Decrepit it may be, but it is an important part of this magical place and we want to save it. Work parties need shelter. And visitors too. And I expect this place will have a lot of visitors when it’s in its full glory.

Actually, it’s not looking too bad even in its first year … three months old. The rain was a blessing and the vines have shot up. The weeds have, too … so there's a fight on. But we will win.

The geese honking away on the Great Pond appear not to have done any damage and the keeper got a few rabbits that breached our security. So though I am not uncrossing my fingers, I have raised hopes!


Now, off to Gatwick Hell.