We were all up bright and early this morning to catch the train Worcester bound to spend a few days with Hugh at his county pile before the Christmas festivities kick off for real.Darrell and Nigel were like bottles of pop, they were so excited. The train was bang on time, as was our taxi for the final bit of our journey …..
…… and before we knew it, there was Hugh coming to greet us….. just as himself, no foreign accent, no showbiz air kisses, no flamboyant flounces or feather boas and not a sequin in sight. This was a side of Hugh rarely seen except by his very closest of friends, and we felt truly blessed.
In his snug there was a roaring fire, it was so romantic. Hugh had made it all himself, even chopping the logs, but stopping short of digging for the coal, which had been delivered the day before by the coalman. It really was beginning to feel like Christmas and we all began to feel very mellow.