So we're sitting there in the Tyntesfield temporary tea tent, when in strides this bloke in combat boots and a utilikilt. I nearly hailed him, since the fellow was the dead spit of reddragdiva, only with grey hair. Perhaps an uncle. He was accompanied by a fey young woman in a fetching floaty frock ( Read more... )

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