Acclimatisation Again

So, back to books and sunshine. Mr Boyd has whisked me back to wartime and then onward to working in an art gallery in New York. Terrific entertainment but clearly the man is a rogue, and no role model. And quite a soak.
We did leave the grounds briefly as I had a couple of cans of ginger beer, and nothing to put in them. I think I’ve been reading too much. Or maybe it’s a touch of the sun.