Promises of Burnt-tip and Late Spider Orchid drew me like a moth to a light to meet up with The Spaniel and Mr Bootlace. Arrived later than others - even from the middle of Wye it was easy to spot two pillocks wandering over the Downs. A failure seemed even more inevitable when a call through to James Hunter confirmed we'd be out of luck. We were.
Evening rescued by The Good Lady who suggested trying out the New Flying Horse in Wye - now who am I to turn down such an offer?