What happens when a brash, independent female American journalist meets a repressed male English aristocrat weighed down by centuries of land stewardship? No prizes for guessing! But under the comic veneer lie sad, thoughtful observations.
A fox stopped and stared at us from the middle of a pathway, his front paw raised questioningly. I was dazzled and in awe and I told Rory so.
'They say that in a place this beautiful, the disappointment of death is softened,' he said wistfully.
'How come you know so much about it?'
'I did some work here once.'
'What do you mean?' I said curiously.
'I worked for the V & A ... still do occasionally, when not squiring unhousetrained Americans round the country!'
'Whoah, wait a minute. You're an archaeologist?'
'Don't ask!' He gave a bitter laugh, 'Let's just say I got waylaid by family business.'