I went to the Royal Thames Yacht Club last week, although I’m only a fair weather, G&T in hand, sailor. Yesterday I had lunch at a golf club, my only qualification being a liking for a round of Crazy Golf after a seafood platter in sea-side France.
On Saturday Robert takes Bertie to Richmond Park; other suburbians in west London go to the supermarket, wash the car or simply have a cup of coffee and read the papers.
This is the view looking north from the rear of our house. Note the BP car wash, bottom right, and the Ark building on the left as they will appear again. The trees will not appear again so give them a clap now.