With spirits undampened by the persistent rain, I continue to notch up commission after commission, with my total today topping thirty. Serving up not one, but two breakfasts first thing, early mornings and late nights begin to take their toll as we approach the end of our butlering. But thoughts of imminent oasthouses sustain me, as does the steady diet of beautiful Indian food, fry-ups and haggis, neaps and tatties, not to mention the odd cup of tea (English Breakfast this time). And sustenance I need, as I prepare for my first appearance on stage at this year’s Festival!
Fletcher the Butler