Made it into London after far too many trains out of darkest Wales, only to run back into the thunderstorm I left behind. Damp superheated London is not a thing I would invite you to experience. And suddenly Bank Holiday Mondays are a thing where people close shops and bars and restaurants again? When did that happen? Thankfully, when I made it back West to find Molly, there was a basic British boozer open, and we drank all their whisky until very late. Strange to think she’s one of my oldest friends now, as well as one of the best.
And now, for my sins, to Carnaby Street. And then home to the Thames Delta. Where I’ve just been told the thunderstorm awaits me. I remain the bringer of rain, no matter where I go.