Kevin picks me up at Gatwick. He quickly gets off the M-something to give me an actual feel for the country—the more you travel, the more you realize all highways look the same. But I’m too jet lagged to notice much.
In Malmesbury I finally meet his lovely wife Gemma and the kids. We spend the afternoon in the big bright sun...as I slowly dissolve into a blabbering mess.
No dreams tonight—
just the sweet anesthesia of comatose sleep.