The Remains of a Day

Yay! Overnight the fair has upped stakes and gone, the Festival marquees have gone, the multitudes have gone home and all that remains are mountains of rubbish at strategic points, and very well watered trees. The banks of porta toilets, mostly unused by the tree waterers, will shortly be carted off to wherever these odoriferous cabins are stored.
To sum up the weekend experience, I would liken it to being held captive against my will at the front of the main stage at a rock concert. My letter of objection to the noise level is in the post to whom it may concern.

However another day beckons with more sun, more blue sky, a wide open green space in front of the Dower House windows, silence, and a luncheon date with friends for His Lordship and me in town.
Life returns to normal