As I was admiring the table settings (Jeremy’s handiwork) and cutting Welsh onions and red veined sorrel leaves in the polytunnel (with which to garnish the tomato salad) my mobile rang twice.  It was a call from an unknown number so, in the warmth of the polytunnel I called the caller and discovered an old friend at the end of the line.  We hadn’t seen each other for a number of years and when we moved to The Gables I had forgotten that she lived in Cambridge as we had only every spent time together in London.  A mutual friend had given her my number.  We will certainly meet now that we live so near to each other.  Great news on a sunny day.