I’ve been busy with a recent flurry of pieces for the Telegraph, which are compiled here. At the moment life and lockdowns change so frequently, that reading something written in December can take on the air of a period piece. Two articles, for example, chart the journey from excitement at Christmas to disappointment at broken plans when London’s Tier 4 status was announced. Gosh even the thought of Tiers is now viewed with sepia-tinged nostalgia.
It’s probably tempting fate to have even written about holiday plans here. I’ve already had an Easter cottage cancelled. Booking trips only to have them thwarted has become my new hobby.