my personal shuttle
More tomorrow, perhaps, but just to say how ODD it is to have spent today on one side of the Atlantic, beachcombing in magical Rock,...
More tomorrow, perhaps, but just to say how ODD it is to have spent today on one side of the Atlantic, beachcombing in magical Rock,...
One glorious afternoon in New Jersey, one evening at Heathrow, one night flight, one luggage-heavy taxi-ride later, and we’re back home, safe in London. Dare...
Well, we’re in that unpleasant, cranky stage of leaving that entails massing huge numbers of books on the stairway (“Can somebody carry those upstairs when...