Eatem Hall
You will never guess where Horace and I have gone this weekend? Well we were just eating our breakfast, when an exciting letter arrived from our new neighbour, inviting us to stay for the weekend. He is a bit of a recluse and we have never met him before, so it was quite exciting to be invited to his extensive manor and grounds up on Wolfson Hill. Upon arrival we were a little disappointed that Dr Hunter couldn’t meet us. Obviously he is a very important man with serious work commitments. I mean you would never normally do that and he did leave us a nicely written letter (quite a few spelling mistakes I might add). We went to our delightful room which has the most gloriously decadent four-poster bed. I will sleep like a queen tonight! I am just writing this while Horace freshens up. It is almost time to go down to dinner. Apparently it will be quite a magnificent spread - obviously Horace can’t wait (I do hope he doesn’t eat like a pig). I will post later to let yo...