A great friend of mine in the Cotswolds told me yesterday that her neighbours had been round for Christmas drinks and she’d had to escape alone to the kitchen after telling one of them that she was so bored with listening to him ‘droning on for hours about his bloody bitcoin losses’ that ‘ even loading up the dishwasher was more interesting.’

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The English travel writer Eric Newby (1919-2006 ) escaped from a prisoner of war camp in Abruzzo during WWII, and one of the reasons I came to live and work in this region was the photo on this edition of his memoir. Also I liked the title – prophetic perhaps – and the book itself, of course.
