Lovely meal at Jeremy's last night prepared by his personal chef Roger (Jemima thought 'dishy', I thought eyes too close together) which consisted of Chantilly of Colchester Oysters with a Tartare of Scallop and Oyster, Horseradish and Dill followed by Roasted Breast and Confit Legs of Pigeon with Red Leaves and Vegetables, Foie Gras and Plums, for dessert Thinly Sliced Figs with Whipped Ewes Milk Yoghurt, Fig Leaf Ice Cream and Citrus Beignets. Wine was a 1994 Grands-Echézeaux Grand Cru.
Didn't realise how late it was so decided to stay overnight. (Sorry guys! Really wanted to be with you at the camp last night *apologetic face*)
Tarquin in good spirits, treated us to his splendid Sylvester Stallone impersonation. Jemima became terribly upset when a Stella McCartney documentary came on the television so we decided to watch a new film called Margin Call instead. Made me understand just how difficult it must be working in a massive financial institution.
Arrived back at camp (which does look a little uninviting, maybe we can do something to brighten the place up?) and prepared ourselves for the arrival of the 200 who must surely be on their way as it is the weekend.
Sebastian is still in the tree. And yellow.