April 28 2015 Latest news:
My goodness, by the time Saturday comes it’s all I can do not to lie down in a darkened room with a couple of slices of cucumber over my eyes and a bottle of Dubonnet, writes James Marston.
As we drive around the county, my plain-speaking-photographer friend Lucy and I spend a lot of time in the car.
Now, did you all have a nice Easter? It’s strange, isn’t it, that the country comes to a halt and no-one knows what to do with themselves because of a glut of chocolate?
My sister Claire – she’s the one who wants to marry a farmer with 4,000 acres, Aga kitchen and a weak pulse – and I have been invited to a team building weekend.
Every now and again, when I am early for an appointment somewhere in Suffolk, I pop into a village church and have a look around, explains columnist James Marston.