[walk in hindhead copse]

After a lovely (and well deserved I might add!) lie-in, we enjoyed pancakes with newly "imported" Canadian maple syrup and some local farmer's market bacon. What a treat. We were healthy too, we sipped strawberry smoothies and finished with an orange. After that we decided a walk was in order. We agreed to explore the rambling woods behind the cottage. As we ambled along we gawped at the enormous but ever so tasteful abodes. Each amazing house had acres and acres of gardens and quite a few had a horse or two in the back garden. The cars parked in each flagstone drive screamed money. There were mercs, beamers, audis (of course), then there were the rolls, the lamborginis, the ferraris (we saw 3!!) the list goes on. I shouldn't mention that we were also run over by an over enthusiastic hummer driver, as that might taint the aura of the area...I want to know what these people do. Are they all mafia or what? If the average salary in England is 21 grand p.a., where on earth do these people find their sustanance? Whatever it is, I want to do it too! I mean, a swish car, a horse, acres of greenery, tennis courts...all this in the face of neighbouring poverty. I mean, on Thursday I went into London (this time for business after last week's tourism!) and met up with my friend Mark, and met Marc and Ruth from Furtherfield. I crammed myself onto the tube only to get off in a seedy area where I was instantly approached with offerings of cheap rolexes and good smoke...hrm... Well, let's get back to the prettiness of Hindhead. This is some of what we saw: