We are in the countryside. I awoke with a migraine that I maintain was caused by exposure to fresh air. Certainly not the alcohol we consumed last night. We started the day in Wells. It’s market of artisan cheese and award-winning sausage stalls felt like undiluted, cask-strength Englishness. Already P is bemoaning the city life.
Sophia climbed the rounded outcrop of Mendip limestone opposite where we are staying and gazed across the landscape to Glastonbury Tor. “Look Mum” she shouted “you can see everything”. Another unexpected benefit of parenthood: the chance to be with someone to whom things are still, literally, wonderful.