Christmas hiatus

#36

It is difficult to stick to any kind of routine over Christmas, especially if you are travelling. I have travelled from Lisbon to London to Northumberland and back south to Dorset, all in 9 days. I have lost track of the number of miles I have driven and the number of sights I have seen that I would like to have commited to words. There have been many — some funny and some pathetic. But Christmas is a time where one does not have one’s own time, or space, or energy. It is a time, according to society, to spend with family, whether you have anything in common with them or not. Whether you like it or not. It is not a time for writing, or thinking or being independent. The time for these things begins again on 27 December!