Country Life

There was a time in my life when I used to occasionally buy Country Life, that printed guardian of English tradition and privilege. Many years ago polo was still a minority sport (the Queen's Cup Final not being televised on Sky Sports, heaven forbid), and reports of top games were found in just a few publications. Country Life was one of them.

In those days, when I was just a student, I often thought of what I might do with my life; what tasks and endeavours might wait in my path to some kind of achievement.

Of all the things I ever thought I might have to do, or be asked to do, however, I never, ever, for one moment considered the possibility that I might be interviewed by the mighty Country Life.

Well yesterday, it happened. Country Life came calling (on questions of buying property in Romania and Croatia).

Like most In Your Pocket editors I have answered my fair share of questions from journalists: it comes with the job. IYP is ahead of the game in most cities and so we are often called on for our insider knowledge.

But of all the publications I have ever spoken to (or written for), from The Times to La Republicca, I have never felt quite so gratified as yesterday: the lovely, polite girl from Country Life made my day. She has promised to quote me and give IYP a plug. Now I simply can't wait to see the magazine. I mean, my name, my name, in Country Life!

What a super Easter surprise.