Hu Hu Saskia,

I usually prefer to keelhaul people rather than hang ‘em at dawn... being the water rat that I am.

How’s your groom, I hope that she’s alright? Yep, I recognize a good horseman when I see one, actually I tend to get a little nervous seeing some actors pretending that they are. While watching them you’re always a bit worried about them just about to be getting unseated. I know Nat has been a keen rider all his life, so consequently he has to have his experiences with falls and smaller accidents (I have that Frost scene before my eyes right now - silly me). I know how it is, whatever one loves doing, no danger will ever keep you away from it. No risk no fun!

As for the blonde haired fair featured Judith. Who knows, maybe the writers had a certain flashback. I mean just a short reminder here: Nat would have been the last actor to play our Lord of Crime when it comes to thinking about the original Lynley in EG’s books, right? Alright just had to say this, being a natural blonde myself, hem hem, gotta fight for “blonde rights” here (we are dying out anyway). I don’t mind having ONE blonde in the Asherton family tree… Ok I am biased. However she came to be blonde? Maybe one of those rare specimens of spontaneous peroxide blonde? Well, a little infidelity might be another solution to that riddle... and more fun for the ones involved that’s for sure. I personally think that Nat has the best half of both his mom and his dad – an optimized mixture. Seeing Oliver I believe he’s more his father. Besides, the important thing is what you’ve learned and internalized from your parents: love, support and respect. It’s not about being the genetic blueprint of your parents (oh mi god I am being ethical).

Which makes me think about Lynley’s mom. I like Gabriel Drake as Tommy’s mum, but I had my difficulties with her reaction towards Lynley’s openness and willingness to speak to her about his separation from Helen all of the sudden. I mean sorry: I am waiting for my son to talk to me for weeks, I know it’s hard for him to express his feelings, finally he does and what do I do: send him to the garden to serve my guests some TEA??? Excusez-moi, je ne comprends pas. Is this the famous British understatement I am not getting here? Am I on the wrong track or is my mom being sooooo much different from aristocratic mothers? I leave it up to you. But that’s nothing to do with the actress, that’s the script. Yours forever wondering….

Cheers!