Of course, Christmas jollities did intervene...including dear Nick and Neil's civil partnership at Treowen House, in Monmouth. We are most sad to report that Mrs Tyhurst unfortunately succumb
ed to an unpleasant fainting attack.(Rumour was that she rather disgraced herself. Ahem.)
A small trip in the early snows of the year took them to the rather lovely village of Tetbury. Mrs. Tyhurst had scarcely drawn breath before they were entering Tetbury.
They glanced at an admirable collection of cranberry glass in the local antique shop...in former days they would have become quite excited, but what is one to do with such things? More to dust and more for the children to sort out when they are gone.
Mrs. Tyhurst snapped up a delightful little pencil pot however at R.K. Alliston (so more upmarket than Baileys Home and Garden....which is looking increasingly like it has bought dear old Woolies stock, hoping to pass it off by simply displaying it in large receptacles.
Do we appear wet behind the ears? Je crois que non.
Then it was a rather dramatic re-enactment of The Little Red Hen as the two intrepid ladies left town in search of Shipton Mill so that Mrs Tyhurst could fetch a sack of organic wholemeal flour.
After a few wrong turns they rather stumbled upon the mill and were served by a charming gentleman.
There must have been a slight look of hunger in Mrs Tyhurst's eyes as he rather quickly disclosed that he was in fact married.
Flour secured, Mrs Lawton steered the Green Goddess in the direction of Cirencester where they hoped to lunch at The Brewery Arts Centre.
Now they were very impressed with the shop here, and Mrs. Lawton sinned quite badly, purchasing a rather gorgeous hand made silver bracelet. On dear, too late for lunch, so a quick visit to the local pasty shop sufficed.
It does one good to slum it occasionally - don't you think?
