Happy New Year!
Apologies for the silence over the New Year, I missed both NYE and NYD meets and slinked off down to Dulverton for a house party. Oh yes, and I was kept busy as the final Country Life frontispiece of the year. Its a bit ghastly to boast about such things, but as I spent the first eighteen years of my life having boys murmur “f**k, you’re ugly” as they passed me in the corridor, I feel like waving this around is acceptable (at least for this week).
Photographed by the incredibly talented Justin Harris
Okay, let’s face it, by the time you turn 20 you will know that a dramatic weight loss and an edgy haircut will not win you the love of your life, or an Olympic gold medal. Never the less, we love a bit of Jilly, and whether you were doing a Billy singing In the bleak midwinter over Christmas, or had eloped with a gypsy, sometimes its fun to play a game….
Oooh you don’t know how much effort it took me to not call this post “a threesome of meets”. Too much I think. Anyway, apologies for the delay. Contrary to rumour I was not arrested for nudity at the Pembrokeshire/cause a traffic accident, I’ve just been a bit slack with writing.
Also I broke my toe which you will hear about in due course.