Dad, at press time, is en route to Manton and I am here in London with KB. Today we drove to a winery outside of London, where I discovered a) London is ridiculously huge and b) you don’t have to travel to Bordeaux for good wine.
It’s been sunny and beautiful since my arrival yesterday, though rain is in the forecast. Being among humans–first Dad and now KB&Co.–makes for a very different experience than traveling solo. For one thing I have to warm up my voice before talking to someone less.
I am within walking distance of many thing to see and eat, so that is the plan for the immediate future. They speak a kind of English here, so I think I will be able to get by. Pinterest has as ever been helpful with tips and suggestions, and of course the locals I’m staying with know all the things. KB has to work tomorrow like a normal person leaving me at liberty to do my walking around and looking around.
I am reading The Night Manager by John Le Carré and Cleopatra by Stacy Schiff.
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