Even Paris ends somewhere, or so they say in France...
Year 2021, which is now on its last Covid-affected legs, felt endless due to the lockdowns.
But here we are, nearing Christmas, and here I am – triple, or, if to count the annual flu injection, quadruple – jabbed, and travelling again!
Yes, I spent the second half of 2021 searching for a ... Utopia. Not any kind of Utopia, but – conveniently for the time when foreign travel was all but banned – a domestic, read: British, one, for that is what my next book is going to be about – the Utopian, i.e. (in my own definition) both idealistic and ideal, settlements of Britain.
In a specially acquired second-hand campervan, I’ve managed to trace down and/or to visit about 50 of the above, with the most revealing discovery made last November.
I want to share this last one with you today.
So, my traditional yuletide techno-tale this time around will be neither a thriller (like last year) nor a fairy tale (like...