Extracts from a travel diary

17th December, Heathrow Airport We've just come through security and collapsed in front of a Costa. The gentleman next to me smiles, but nevertheless departs so quickly for his plane he leaves a flurry of five pound notes, which we find fifteen minutes later. I have this brilliant idea to give the money to the people at Costa, to pay … Continue reading Extracts from a travel diary

Song of the South

Four o' clock in the morning, and I'm sat in my mum's living room with a very awake Teddy. Apparently the one infallible way to get out of jet lag is to fast for sixteen hours before the start of your new day. But you can't starve out a baby, even one as squishy as this one, … Continue reading Song of the South

Camera, action

I tend to insist on too many photos. I want to capture what I can see in case I can't remember it in perfect technicolour afterwards. I tried so hard in New York not to be an irritating tourist, and spoiled it all with the big black camera banging on my chest. There does come a … Continue reading Camera, action