In the beginning, an Englishman proposed to his lady love. So he built a little house here, named it Wilderness, and thus this town was born. And so our long trek is under way, and there is this constant packing and unpacking. One or two days in any one place. And later all the places merge.
Hotels coalesce into one.
And the further we go, the more familiar and nicer everyone becomes. I'm starting to like the Daily Telegraph doctor. I'm even getting to like Brian who was once a Regimental Quarter Master Corporal in the Life Guards. Towns, people, places flash by. There's nothing like a long coach journey to cause masks to slip.