I am sitting in a courtyard near the high point of Castle Buckmore, surrounded by noise. The flowers and herbs around me are buzzing with bees delighted at the bounteous nectar and, in the still air and the semi-enclosed space,
Lupin and his playboy past
I arrive on the morning coach from Seventh Happiness, so I am ready for a spot of high tea at Jupiter’s tavern in the square at Castle Buckmore. I try the espressimenta and a Melange du Jour, which is excellent: