Page 30 TradéWinds At the porthole September 2 1994 Croquet with clergy Never has a summer been more essentially English than the sunny Saturday in June 20 years ago when some of us were gathered at a friend s house in the Cotswolds. We had cool drinks in the garden, we had a delightful lunch and we felt full of brotherly love undoubtedly inspired by the presence of two clergymen.