A turn-up for the books
I never thought I’d miss the fragrant ladies flogging perfumes, the grossly overpriced sandwiches and the security man glaring at the forgotten toothpaste in my hand luggage as if it were smuggled Semtex. But now I yearn for them, along with the 6in-too-short seats, the life jacket demo and my small bottle of varnish-removing Rioja.
Domestic lockdown may almost be over, allowing us to freeze over a pint at the local, but skipping abroad seems ever distant. Argentina’s doves will be able to multiply unmolested thanks to the Brazilian variant and even the hardy Icelandic salmon might be spared my efforts to annoy them in August.
Yet a form of safe travel does still exist: sitting quietlyin my library. What’s more, it’s pretty luxurious, a reminder of how
