The old man has started to rant about leaving his closest family, about spending more time with his children. The children within earshot roll their eyes: they remember how he left them before.
If you’re a frequent visitor to this blog you’ll know that I have a bit of a thing for the Nordic Lands. Nordic place names, whether in Scandinavia, Iceland or in England have been a source of fascination for me for years.
National character cannot simply be a function of climatic conditions, but the two are linked. What would the Canadian character be without all that ice to muck about on?
The whole United Kingdom is far too warm, and boy we are complaining about it. It’s not like we don’t like hot weather, it’s just that we don’t want to live in it.
Britain is not the same as the rest of Europe: why did it take us so long to work that out? Why did we argue so much?