OK, so it was really the day after. But the morning was gorgeous, as the fog stole quietly up the field in the morning. By evening, we were ready for the pasta jif sent (with a fresh tomato & herb sauce) and a steak with the wonderful Jost Marechal Foch under the hanging basket. And finally there was the amazing chocolate with licorice (who knew?) from the Italian market which the MP proposed we eat under the maple. Russ didn't quite make it before the camera fired. All good, anyway. Look at that green . . .