Traditionally, the Piper at the Gates of Dawn turns up an hour late for Summer Solstice. Being a Graeco-Roman folk memory, he can never get his head around BST.
But this morning, we got back to the Great House to find he'd cooked us all breakfast while we were out. Bacon, eggs, black pud - even a bit of toast for the vegetarians.
We were hoping to thank him for all his work, but found he'd slipped off. He never stays in one place long. I guess he's a non-stick frying Pan.
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