There's nothing quite like the healthy virility of girls who run a mile round the farm before breakfast each morning. Into the farmhouse kitchen they leap at the end of it, all glowing and flushed and ready to eat a horse.
"So that's what happened to poor old Dobbin," said JENNIFER TAYLOR, our newest girl on the go. (She's a Go- Go girl, actually, and you can't be more on the go than that).
"Just don't think about it," we said, "then it won't hurt.'
We didn't want anything to put Jennifer off looking beautiful. She had just finished a lovely run round the Gloucester farm herself and was all glowing and rosy in her eye-catching undies.
"I'm starving," she said. So would anyone be after all that exercise and being so young and vital and all.
"All right, Go and enjoy your breakfast, then."
What, at one o'clock in the afternoon?" said Jennifer, ever so entrancingly shapely at 39-25-36. "You've gone cuckoo or something." We've gone cuckoo for sure. So will you when you see all these lovely shots of Jennifer around the farm.
Beautiful Britons No 181 - December 1970