Going to meet The Furrows is like a blind date with a legendary long-lost mate’s younger sister.
You know the family is of outstanding stock, but the chances of junior living up to her older sister Kingston Heath’s reputation makes this an unlikely love affair.
The Heath is a raging beauty; confident and capable of strutting her stuff on any global stage. I’ve watched her with blushing admiration as she’s entertained a string of would-be suitors and left them all wanting more.
The Furrows, even despite her DNA, will need a degree of magic to hold her own.
Apparently, she resides in the equivalent of a little granny flat out the back of the family house, hence why I’ve never met her.
So, it’s only fair that as junior readies herself to step out, I’ll try to remember not to compare – as hard as that might be.
We meet with friends (she has her standards, after all) and it’s only fitting given her mysterious status that we arrive at her door from different directions.
To be fair, now that I’m here, I have seen her before, but she didn’t look then like she does now. WOW!
My colleagues have arrived courtesy of a walk through the Heath; I bowl up having used the almost unmarked front driveway. Regardless, here we are and while older sister is in plain sight to the west, I can’t take my eyes off The Furrows now. WOW!
Ok, so enough of the journalistic licence, but you get my drift.
