6 August 2011
The weekend following the start of my sabbatical, I began to rearrange my chess pieces and prepare for the book launch. Just as I was getting to grips with things, my colleagues in arms, Martin and Catherine Stone, whisked me out of London for some R&R at The Secret Garden Party festival.
It didn’t disappoint. In attendance were the cream of Britain’s youth. Everyone was beautiful, friendly, polite, well balanced and mad for it. What joy. We retreating to camp every night, only to charge off again at 1 a.m. for yet another four-hour party session. The experience reminded me how much I love living on this planet. Read more »