Gorse Fox is involved in a number of carbon friendly meetings. Thanks to the marvels of the telephone and the internet, he is not in Worcester, nor in the Surrey Hills, nor up by the Thames.
Just to get his fix, however, he is taking the Silver Vixen, Urban-cub & Sir Lancinglot up to the site of next month's great event in order to finalize details such as menu choices, rooms, and so forth. He suspects this could also turn into an expensive evening!
[File under: Diary]
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