Morning glory

In the years we couldn’t travel because of the pandemic, the one thing I missed the most was breakfast. Not any kind of breakfast – I could eat my oatmeal at home, after all – but a long, slow breakfast enjoyed in a grand hotel dining room, the kind of room that has starched white tablecloths, silver cutlery and five-star service.

I’m completely besotted with the whole ritual, from my chair being politely pulled out for me as I arrive,