Aimlessly lolling on what has to be the most grandiose stretch of the River Cam, a flute of Bolly in hand, I’m feeling decidedly smug… and perhaps, a little bit naughty. Up until now, Audley End’s daisy-speckled lawns and resplendent riverside gardens have been dotted with happy-go-lucky picnickers and wide-eyed children chasing high jinks and
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