Deep, dark and quite damp. Winter in Hampstead, London – rump end of February, to be precise. Lynne and I have been busy, busy planning the unfolding year, and even the year ahead of this one. We are pretty excited about what we have planned, but also mindful in not forgetting all the magnificent travels we have already enjoyed.
This travel log is a way for us to share our adventures, future and past, with our family and friends. Writing a diary in a book is a fine thing, but who ever reads it later? Also, the world has changed since the days of Samuel Pepys – we have the ability and desire to see and hear experiences, even as experienced from a distant shore.
Sitting in London
This is just fantastic. With you all the way although obviously only in spirit xx