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I think I live in the country but this week’s edition of Country Life magazine depicts a country which is foreign to me.
The leader column takes the Lib Dems (“The Barmy Party”) to task for proposing a tax on homes valued in excess of £1 million.
For every foreign billionaire who had to stump up, thousands of ordinary(?) families would be hauled in. They may very well be struggling to pay large mortgages.
Perhaps the Country Life writer thinks there should be a tax concession for struggling owners of expensive homes.
The magazine carries a photographic family portrait of the three daughters of Mr and Mrs D’Arcy Clark of Oxwold House, Gloucestershire. They look like bright gels so why are they standing up to their waists in water, fully clothed and holding an umbrella? Next week perhaps we’ll have a portrait of the Jones children of Llys Gwenllian, Kidwelly leaning against the coal bunker.
The magazine advises that for the thrill of a lifetime we should follow hounds in Ireland. A request to attend is usually met with a glad acquiescence and the number of a hireling stable to try. [But beware,] in Ireland it seems a good horse is crucial to a good day so don’t even consider taking an English one. [OK I won’t] However enormous the hedges you might fly in Leicestershire, they won’t prepare a horse for leaping a ditch from a standstill onto the top of a bank. [So don’t complain you weren’t warned].
“A different blood runs through the veins of Irish horses, some inherent talent that guides their hooves” [and not the buffoon in the red jacket up top].
The piece de resistance is the feature on the “best of country fashion for moor, peg or post-sporting drinks.” We see a line of fops lined up in the finest that money can buy. Lucy, Will, Sue, Georgie, Simon and so on, ten named mannequins and right on the end a nonentity who is identified only by his job title – keeper.
My favourite by a country (no pun) mile is Tommy in his two piece orange check shooting suit- a snip at £4521. He would be a sensation if he showed up at Kidwelly Rugby Club in that.
This magazine could be my favourite read of all time.
