Letter from the Founder
miss travelling. For the first time since the pandemic swept through the world like wildfire, and irrevocably transformed our lives, I have to say, “Seriously, I can’t fucking take it any more”. I choked it down, suppressed it for more than a year, and kept myself happy, buoyant, positive and centred with a steady diet of vegetables, the endorphin rush of blasting through my anaerobic threshold every morning, and gin., “I’m as mad as hell and I’m not going to take it any more”. While the majority of the world seems to have got to grips with Covid, and people are again able to gather safely and remake their bonds of friendship, on the island nation where I’ve been ensconced for the past year — O.K., trapped like the Count of fucking Monte Cristo — we have just entered a new lockdown.
