This is the auditorium at Garsington near Oxford, where we saw Stravinsky's The Rake's Progress on Sunday. It was excellent and hilariously full of posh people, even more so than Glyndebourne. Apparently there won't be any opera at Garsington after the 2010 season so if you have a country house you're not using, let them know so they can have have an opera festival in your back garden.

Our Kid and Our Joanne at Clare's farm in Oxfordshire. It has strawberries and everything.

People in Englefield Green really don't like other people parking their cars in their way. I have to say that, living there, I'm surprised this sort of thing doesn't happen more often.

We were just walking about in Windsor Great Park, in our habitual Sunday afternoon fashion, minding our own business when we heard some noise. We followed that noise and came upon a car park. It was a car park full of Porsches and Bentleys and Aston Martins. We saw that the people were there for a sporting event, one that seemed to involve horses. We went to investigate further and found that it was a polo tournament and it seemed to be coming to an end. The winning players gathered up to get their awards from an old lady in a purple dress. I had a look over the crowd and saw that the old lady was in fact the Queen. This is not the sort of thing we used to find in the park when we lived in Shepherd's Bush.

The band of the Irish Guards, who we stumbled upon in Windsor Great Park doing their stuff at a polo tournament.