After dinner last night we received an invitation to attend a gallery opening exhibiting the works of Hans Hoffman. Tarquin was a little angry when I suggested some paintings could have been done by a chimp with a crayon. Wine was a barely adequate 1955 Château Giscours Margaux. Agreed that it was probably too late to return to the campsite as we may wake our fellow protesters, so we drove to Beechfield House Hotel and booked 4 rooms.
After breakfast (Scrambled eggs over smoked salmon with whole wheat toast) we returned to campsite. Another chap has joined Munty Jack and as we ....OMFG!! It's Sebastian. With a mohican! Dyed purple! In a dirty combat jacket! (What's happened to that lovely Paul Smith Single Breasted Shakskin Suit?)
We hurry into the tent for a serious tete a tete (a tete)
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