I’ll be flying to the UK very soon.

I’ll be leaving my isolated rural hamlet in France and heading into what looks like the chaos and danger of Kent and London.

I’m now a sort of retired, anxious, old romantic revolutionary slipping back into the country he used to call home; to walk into the midst of a midwinter of discontent, poverty, debt and a population unmasked in the misguided belief that Covid is over.

Risky.

I’ll let you know what i find.