Surfing’ safari …
WHEN it comes to hospitality, very few people I know can beat Bob and Lesley Clayton. They’re in their element when there’s a crowd at their place, and it’s always fun – even for a “hermit” like me. In a way, it’s how we met. A major mix-up meant the beloved and I pitched up at their house when we were due to move to East London, thinking they had a cottage to rent – and that we’d stay there overnight while checking it out. Not only did they NOT have a cottage to rent, they didn’t even know we were coming. The mutual acquaintance who’d assured us it was all arranged was prone to being “spontaneous”, we later discovered. Trouble was, she’d forgotten to talk to them about it.
Nothing daunted, they welcomed us with open arms. We were red-faced and stammering with embarrassment – even more so when we discovered they were having friends round for dinner – but it turned out to be a marvellous mistake for us and forged a precious friendship.
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