This is an early draft of my New Year's resolution. Drop all pretence and finally quit restraining your gnawing sense of hollowness and disgust. Leave the repulsive mound of half-digested thoughts and plans steaming on your desk. Take a plane to London. Lodge at one of our Canary Wharf flats still rented. Enjoy it while it lasts. Leave early in the morning and walk nonchalantly over the bridge, down Churchill Place and through the South Collonade. Say hi to any colleagues or former clients you meet on your way. Have a coffee at the Starbucks on the corner, because you like the toffees. Take the Jubilee to Waterloo real quick. Don't mind the crowds. Board 8:15 Exeter train, stretch your legs and close your eyes. Exit at Yeovil Junction. Walk a bit north-west, then turn left into the Two Tower Lane, then left again towards the Yeovil Road. Lean against a bank while a van passes. The deep lane insists on the direction into the village. It's roughly three miles through the fields. The belfry of St.Michael's is ahead, slightly to the left, almost invisible behind the trees. Enter. Find the stone. Light a candle.
No need to get back from there, so you can actually save on the return ticket.
Out at sea the dawn wind wrinkles and slides.