Sorry for the quietness but I have mostly been romping about the hills of Exmoor in waterproofs. I haven’t turned into a rambler. I was drying out* on a detox programme run at an astonishing place called Yeotown. It was for work so I can’t say much as there will be more on it in a future issue of Tatler, but suffice to say I am now the sort of berk who eats chia seeds for breakfast.
*From Twirl bars as opposed to alcohol and cocaine.