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  • Day 1 – The Flight to Tokyo

    It had taken until the night before departure for my trepidation to kick in. I had not felt it a month ago. Nor, a week ago. Mind you, my week long farewell tour left me feeling fatigued and weary. In different circumstances, known as feeling hungover, I had been bereft of emotions. And my poppycock…

  • Day 0 – Buckinghamshire

    Goodbye Buckinghamshire. The residence of single-sex grammar schools and the doyenne of baking, Mary Berry. A shared name with the royalty of the Monarch’s finest palace. And the playground of our beautiful and loving red fox Labrador, Monty. And farewell London. How could I forget you. You have been my urban abode for half of…