Goodwood Revival 2011

If ever the phrase ‘in abundance’ was to be used it would be today here at Goodwood Revival. Lord March once again has struck his deal with God and the British weather provides glorious blue skies, where middle aged men are prodded by their wives with suntan lotion. Spitfires fly low and Maserati Birdcages roar round the circuit. Woman look gorgeous in their vintage (literally 1940’s and none of this 1980’s is retro idea), and gentleman revert to raising their seats when a lady leaves the table.  This is a time gone past, something the delicate playground that Lord March provides. This is the playground that my friends and I enjoy so.

Leaving Amsterdam for Maastricht this morning I felt a sense of longing to return. Having only had one evening of the atmosphere of this eclectic city, I was happy to know that at least tomorrow I will have the canals and architecture in front of my lens.

I am off to Maastricht today to begin the Boxing Project, with the Nederlanse Dansdagen festival.


Today is my last day on the  BBC Radio 4 Woman’s Hour Harris Tweed tour with Dany Mitzman. From what started out to be a ghastly rainy day, the sun broke through and we had what I think was probably one of the most beautiful in terms of weather (and people we met), that I have encountered up here. Dany and I went to the two mills and showed the book, interviewed Anna Macallum the Chief Executive of the Carloway mill and then went over to Tarbert to see Catherine Campbell, great niece to Margaret Campbell and daughter to Katy, who appeared in the book. I am so terribly sad to hear that Katy passed away in January and so happy to hear that Catherine is really keeping the family business fluid.

Today on my travels around The Outer Hebrides, (for BBC Woman’s Hour), I was invited as a guest on the Drive Time radio program at Isles FM.  Armed with my Harris Tweed book I went to visit the team at the radio station to have my first EVER live radio interview.

I remember the casual chats that Richard Bacon holds during his radio shows and imagined it would be just like them, so at ease I sat at the corner of the desk opposite the presenter ready for my 5 minutes of fame.