Wasn’t Easter pleasant? In Britain there was glorious weather everywhere and almost no mention of Brexit anywhere. In Scotland, with family, I climbed a hill – the Cobbler at Arrochar, 2,900ft – and a week later those from the older and younger generations who got to the peak are feeling fine. In sharp contrast, I am feeling the middle-aged twinges of pain. Still, the glowing memory of seeing for twenty miles or more, across the other peaks of the West of Scotland and its lochs, all laid out before us bathed in sunshine, is the perfect pain relief.
And then it was back to London, for me. And back to B… B… B… Brexit. I know, I know. I voted for it. Perhaps you voted for it. It’s not unusual. Millions of people voted for it
