Never really got into this, but needed to read it as the prelude to 'Goodbye to Berlin'. It didn't help that I put it down halfway through to pick up Hilary Mantel's 'A Place of Greater Safety' as I wanted to take something substantial to Scotland for Duncan's 50th as there would be a lot of time for reading. Looking back at my last comment I was rather uncharitable in not looking forward to it. Dunc and his family had gone to incredible efforts to put together a very memorable weekend full of booze, activities and exploring the estate. the house was really impressive, the 12,000 acres even more so. I really enjoyed it, but there were times when I was exhausted of small talk and hungover and needed time to myself. Other than Duncan, I only really knew Clayton there, and couldn't really hang on his coat tails all weekend. Most of the people there were from Rochdale Rugby club and that dominated conversation. Those of us from elsewhere were out on a limb a little, but I could and should have made more of an effort. Clay and I managed to get lost on the first night walking back from the lock, despite the house being visible. We took a wrong turn, started heading uphill to the moor and had to stop at a little cottage (which would have been the last building for about 6 miles) for help getting back. Duncan had a fantastic time though, which is what matters!
No comments:
Post a Comment