When I moan about how desperate I am to go to Ibiza, I think people imagine I’m planning some massive rager in a superclub once I’m off the Covid leash. And OK, yes, fine, after a year and whatever of being trapped inside with my kids, the idea of a wholly responsibility-free night in a room full of happy, sweaty strangers doesn’t repulse me.
This is a great weekend read!
I dreamed the dulcet tones of a babbling brook was splash dancing down stream. As far as I could see. Then I woke up and my house had flooded
Great destinations. Socotra (not far from where I am in UAE) looks especially appealing - a paradisiacal 'lost world' within a world changing too fast for any of us to comprehend.