|I dragged the jet-lagged Dave Bonta|
to meet penpal-and-novelist
Clare Dudman at Castell Powis.
Sunny. Lots of glare. Not Welshy weather...
except for the chilliness in the air.
|Correspondents meet in the flesh, hurrah!|
Lovely, that feeling of already
knowing and being known...
|Clare treated me and Dave to a lovely lunch |
at Lady Somebody or Other's Tea Shop at Castell Powis.
Lady Hyacinth? Lady Heliotrope? Lady Bluebell?
With my luck, it was Lady Forget-me-not.