Saturday, 20 August 2011

The Journalist

Hyacinthe Crabbe-Legge led such a frenetic life. The liveries at Vaysey Pastures marvelled how she managed to juggle her hectic career as deputy soft furnishings correspondent of Horse & Aga with some freelance interior design, a spot of affiliated dressage and being an exemplary wife and mother of five.

Responding to an admiring “I don’t know how you do it” from Rita Palgrave as she flew across the yard, Hyacinthe shouted over her shoulder, “Oh, its just organisation dear, list, lists and more lists, my invaluable Blackberry and my two darling, hard-working Fillipinas!”

In truth, although the acknowledged maestro of time-management, Hyacinthe had always sailed close to the wind in keeping an implausibly large number of balls in the air at once.

At university, she had managed to secure a lower second whilst editing the student newspaper and spending most of her time making contacts in
London. By dint of chutzpah and frenzied networking, she secured interviews with some surprising luminaries.

In this way she achieved her aim of being noticed and had a plethora of options when the milk round of publishing interviews hit the campus.

Hyacinthe had plenty to say to the dear little HR man from Global Glossies Inc. and even agreed to join him for dinner later that night "to amplify her CV".

Hyacinthe’s career with Global had been meteoric with successful placements at "Home & Gazebo", "Game & Gumboots " and ultimately "Horse & Aga".

Specialising in chic rural interiors for bonus-rich and taste-poor City folk, Hyacinthe gave country living edge.

She innovated by bringing a PVC trim to the boot room and distressed denim to the inglenook. It was she who introduced the half-timbered wet-room to Tetbury and featured Cirencester’s very first dual-purpose panic and meditation room with flotation tank.

Jude, Jade, Jody, Sienna, Madge, Liz and both Kates were on the speed-dial of Hyacinthe’s mobile which resembled the index of "Heat" magazine.

Hyacinthe’s husband Crispyn was happy to hitch his star to hers. His work in the City meant he only had time to catch up with his wife on the mobile after the markets closed in
Tokyo.

Fortunately their diaries usually had a matching window for part of the weekend at their cottage facing the village green in Dibble in the lovely Vale of Vaysey.

They tried to go to ink and wrest one or two of the children from the Fillipinas there for at least an hour on most Sunday afternoons.

It was hardly surprising then that Hyacinthe only rarely appeared at Vaysey Pastures.

Her dressage horse Global Bonbon was on full livery and schooled several times each week by her eminent and expensive trainer Werner Flumpenhoffer, who occasionally competed on him.

Several horsy magazines featured Hyacinthe watching Bonbon being ridden by Werner or happily grooming him in his stable. Typically, on such occasions, her mobile would ring and Hyacinthe would have to rush off to one important media event or another.

Rita and the other liveries never ceased to be impressed with Hyacinthe’s relentless schedule and limitless stamina. When they came to think of it, however, they could not recollect her ever actually riding the horse.

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