Searching for Serenity
Cool, Zack I write my memoirs beginning with sadness. I faced my wife's death from coronavirus, I'm following the hearse to the graveyard in a limousine, observed by sympathetic neighbours from behind net curtains. I alone would attend her funeral in these uncertain times.I returned to an empty house, disillusioned, remembering a book I'd written many years ago. I decided to take one last adventure from Long Marston to the Scottish Highlands to discover ...