The rain in Spain falls mainly … in London.
Today we step out into the bristling heat of Menorca, palm trees helping to set the scene. How did I get here?
Long overdue tales of whisky and water from the Inner Hebrides.
The college is closed to those not in residence but we have an invitation. So, at the porters lodge we tentatively say that we’re here to see ‘The Master’.
What would you do upon arrival in Dublin, seven hours ahead of your friends? You’d charmingly chat to your elderly AirBnB hostess about the myriad literary delights Dublin is uniquely positioned to offer — Joyce, Stoker — and then you’d go to the Guiness factory, wouldn’t you? Yeah you would.