In which I take a walk through some countryside and have some very deep thoughts.
A walk around the London region of Bloomsbury, in which I find an interesting graveyard, get scowled at and fail to find tea.
In which I have a quiet stroll around and am late for a meeting.
In which I discover some of the literary heritage of a Hertfordshire new town and the origin of Bovril.
In which I visit the home of the Bronte sisters, attempt to buy laudanum and get wet.
in which I enjoy lunch in a very nice little café in Haworth...