Neve, Maria, Caique, Luis I Bridge, Mother, Fynn
It’s a dull, wet, miserable evening and I feel utterly bored. Not that I’ve any complaints. The flight over from Stansted in my private jet is more than comfortable. I am greeted with champagne as I come aboard, served canapes instead of crisps and chocolates, then poured a glass of chilled sweet white port just as the plane prepares to land: a taste of liquid pleasures to come.
Main Photo: Neve