It had been a stressful travel morning: catching the rush-hour First Capital trains into London with a small child in tow leaves one feeling as though one just successfully outran the bulls in Pamplona. We managed to find seats, although not immediately adjacent to...
When I saw the heavy fog that clung to the horizon on a particularly humid day at the seaside, I thought of The Voyage of the Dawn Treader and how the children sail to the waterfall that marks the end of the earth. The fog on this day seemed like a soft, pale curtain,...
