I arrived at Hayward's in the afternoon
when the last shadows strung themselves out across the golden
grass and the warm camp replaced the dying sun with its
golden orb of soft light.
Sounds of laughter intermingled with
the aroma of wood smoke and grassy herbs drifted from the welcoming fire
and to the side of this, the infamous Gin Tent was being lit up and
decorated for dinner with crystal, silver and fine china.
