Musings on the Motherland
It was lovely to enjoy a long weekend in Britain. First, I visited my dad on the outskirts of Bath. There, briefly, one could find the best of autumn: the mellow brown and orange leaves, the sun on raindrops, and the crispness of the air.
On Friday, I took the train to Chepstow, on the border between England and Wales. Here — after an extended interlude …