(Transit lounge, L.A., stupidly early)
When you live at the bottom of the world, getting to the top of it takes a long time.
(Window, morning, hotel in The Lakes District)
But it's time well spent.
A lot of things happened on this trip, many of them, I can happily report, internal. And I think that sort of holiday, one where you return a woman changed, is the very best kind.
Stories to tell, though I need to think for just a little bit first.
(Rose garden, early evening, The Lakes District)
(Greengages, windowsill in Edinburgh)
Can you believe I took hardly any photos of food? Other things caught my eye.
(Temple of Literature, Hanoi)
And though it's lovely to go away, getting home,
to your own bed, is lovelier still.