Ye Olde English Day

Last Friday had a bit of yesterworld charm to it. It started of with meeting Mr Darcy at his house, and continued with a round of golf in the grounds of Quamby Estate. (a farewell for my brother in law, not a regular Friday thing)

My darling wife and i had our wedding reception at Quamby, as a young boy i used to go to Quamby with my father to service tractors (when it was still a farm), and as a young man i used to go to Quamby to cull pests...