It used to be all fields around here
Last time I wrote, I told you my imaginary tour through the whole island of Great Britain would take me to London. I wondered how I would illustrate it. When I was listening to the radio the other day, I heard a city dweller tell me how the countryside seemed like a distant dream to him now. And I can sympathize. Because the city seems like distant dream to me.
Not the end of the world
I feel the months have slipped by so quickly, yet time has seemed to stand still.