Back this morning from a celebration yesterday of the lives of Pat and Tim Elkington, our parents, and Olive Adamson, Pat’s sister-in-law. Fitful weather, but a gloriously memorable day with friends and cousins including Adamsons, Griffins and Millses. Plus friends ranging from Jean Lane opposite, through one-time local gallery owner Martin Riley, to Robin Niblett of Chatham House, his wife Trisha and their daughter Marina.
First time we have been to Hill House for a couple of years, thanks largely to the pandemic. Wonderful catering by local caters, The Traveling Kitchen. More guitars in the house than you would see at a typical Rolling Stones concert. Tim’s large greenhouse has been taken down behind the barn, leaving an aching absence.
Gaia drove us across in a rented car, first to Little Rissington for the party, then to Bledington where we stayed at the King’s Head to relieve pressure on Hill House and rest our weary heads, a roiling swirl of swifts overhead, then back to Little Rissington in the morning, and onward to London.
