…and back again. There are some advantages to being an insomniac – such as being able to type (slowly) a blog entry when you’ve been awake for at least 24 hours, leaving Boston in glorious late afternoon sunshine and arriving in drizzly London at seven in the morning. I should go to bed I suppose, but I’ll wait until the washing machine has finished sloshing the Massachusetts dust out of my jeans turn-ups. Some of which will be from here – Walden Pond, which you’ll have heard of if you’re a Thoreau fan. And who could fail to be a fan of a philosopher and ardent abolitionist who was so fed up over 150 years ago with the way society was going he built himself a cabin in the woods here and stayed for a couple of years; writing affectingly of the landscape and wildlife, making an art of sauntering and simplifying, and who was such a showy-offy ice skater he made Emerson’s sister feel physically sick. And he took his washing home to his mum.
When the jet-lag has waned, I shall return…
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