After five hours on the train IN THE QUIET COACH with a family who could only converse by shouting we arrived in London. Stepping onto the platform was like stepping into an oven and we giggled our way to London Bridge, hauling our luggage behind us and not daring to remove any layers because it would mean more things to carry. When we caught our connecting train we slumped in a sweaty heap and munched on fizzy cola bottles.

Arriving home just feels so wraparound familiar.
It's a lovely feeling.