When I was younger I did a lot of travelling. At nineteen I hitchhiked from one end of France to the other. I set out on my own, but by the second day I'd met up with a French lad called Henri Mouillefarine (Dampcorn) and somehow or other he attached himself to me and we completed the journey together. I didn't like him much.
I've been to
France
Italy
Germany (just about)
Switzerland
Holland
Crete
Egypt
The Czech Republic
The USA
And now we're going to Spain. It's ridiculous how nervous I am about it. Is this a regular thing- that one becomes timid as one gets older- or have I just let myself go?
This will be my last post for about a fortnight. We're leaving first thing in the morning.
