Five years ago I was concerned about the spread of ragwort in Margravine Cemetery: Yellow Menace. Now the facts have changed and I have changed my mind.
I hope the names thrill you, evoking ancient civilisations, caravanserai and conflict. As you may not have a chance to soak in the atmosphere of the souks or the panoramas in the Pamirs I will take you.
My Cultural Attaché has returned to London after a short spell in Poland and a longer one in the US. She is curating interesting outings paired with excellent restaurants.
It’s hard to know where to start. It’s gratifying when Bertie eliminates something solid close to a bin. It is less pleasing when I climb thirty-six stairs to bed with a PG Wodehouse and find I read Spring Fever recently.