I've spent the last few days arranging some bits and pieces for those privileged tourists who are friends of Mr le Marquis. The other friends who prefer some lost thing called "Espagne" will regret their decision.
Imagine, I've been able to arrange golf every morning, on a smaller course than normal, but the owner is such a splendid and enthousiastic gentleman, he even comes to get you at 6 in the morning, and beams in your face when he gives you your "special" golf ball, together (if you so wish) with your club. You only really need one (1) club, for this is a SPECIAL golf course, known only to a selected few, amongst them being the husband of Tinkerbelle - so to say, a magic course, which enables you to swing a leg and an arm, and youdon't risk spending all morning searching for your balls, in the high undergrowth
I've even arranged (or will do) a little outing to do all the Huntin' - fishin' and other masculine things which are necessary for the male ego occasionally with some nasty results for both the and the hunter!
Of course, one advantage of catching your own fish is that the've still got their heads on, just as Chippie and Tinkerbelle like them, and mr. le Marquis will cook them! There ain't many people who know what a sardine's head looks like!
What happy days are in store, and no efforts will be spared to make the time as pleasant as possible, even with chicken gizzards, done to a turn (as Chippie likes them)!
Just hope the snow doesn't fall, like yesterday!