One month ago I arrived in this country. Today, I’m actually setting out to explore it on my own. We’re pulling out of the bus station in Bristol. The driver just announced that we ought to fasten our seat belts, but I don’t see any. None of the other passengers seem worried. There aren’t very…
We’re still in Wales, but barely. The mountains have been replaced by much gentler hills, the grouse by green fields. There are still sheep grazing, but their pastures adjoin ones holding black and white cows. Perhaps, most taletelling, the rain has stopped and the sun even came out. We’re on the M something, so the…
Maybe it’s appropriate I’m watching Air Force One for the third time, especially having just seen it again this last weekend. It’s a good movie but not that good, which is why I’m journaling instead of watching Harrison Ford with full attention. Charlotte and Helen and “Beks” are in the kitchen serving up pasta. And…