When I grow up, I want to be a village elder!

Plus a newly discovered zest for Poetry!

As I mentioned yesterday, I weekended in Rye, enjoying the sun, a splendid and generous party and seeing countless chums. Amongst their number, I bumped into Andy, who had travelled all the way from Bury St Edmunds, which doesn’t sound far but feels about the same in stress terms, as travelling from Cape Town to Durban by bullock.

Andy is what is now app…