the farm

I met Hatty in Africa in 1992. We became good friends, and have continued to correspond. In 96, she invited me to her wedding.

I stayed with her fiance in London, and her parents outside of London, and then spent a week camping beside her parents' farmhouse before the wedding.

For a week, all her friends and relatives rolled in, camping in a big field beside the house. Her parents set up a huge tent, and we had dinner and drinks every night. It was a wonderful time, and she and her family were incredibly gracious hosts.

You meet the best people traveling.