Arianne lived next door to us in the converted dairy; a magnificant building that she had filled with antiques, huge family paintings and dark furniture.
‘Hello, hello, hello… oh hello!’ Her voice carried across the valley announcing to all the arrival of visitors. It didn’t matter if you were expected, unexpected or just been invited around for coffee, the silver spoon greeting was always the same. You always felt important when you met Arianne.
‘Come in, come in, come in! I’ll put the kettle on and we can share some time.’ It was ten minutes later when the kettle had finally been located and cups retrieved from piles of unwashed dishes and rinsed under the tap that tea was finally ready. She looked round the kitchen. ‘You don’t take sugar do you? I’ve just finished the latest chapter of my book, you wouldn’t mind reading it would you. I’d really value your opinion.’