It’s time to set off again. I’m extra keen on the prospect because the writing hasn’t been going well. Maybe I’m stuck because I’m about to go away, or maybe I’m going away because I know the inspiration isn’t there, but either way it’ll be a relief. So this evening I have tied up my belongings in a red spotted hanky, and tomorrow I will hoist it on a stick over my shoulder and head for the horizon. Or Heathrow. With my wheelie case.