It was great to see all those familiar faces again after six drought years following the sad demise of the Fambridge tennis tournament. Everyone looked well, the weather was kind, we were well fed and watered, conversation flowed freely, everyone wondered who Geoff was, Jul’s hair was remarked on and Clare’s kids made it seem like there were four generations rather than three present.

The youth element went up to London for a sleepless night’s revelry. After taking tea in Rosemary and Andrew’s roasting sitting room, we returned home. Hopefully, it won’t be another six years before we all see each other again.