Gray and rainy
Welwyn Garden City is a small idyllic village that’s more like a cute London suburb – only 30 minutes to King’s Cross by train.
D’s friend Mark and his family are a friendly bunch. I was amazed at how well behaved the teenage sons were. I guess it’s a pretty sheltered world, going to a catholic boys school and growing up in an intellectual environment, being encourage to practice a lot of instruments and do other activities.
England this time of year is pretty dull. It’s rained more or less the entire stay. Saturday was the worst – I was totally soaked when I went from Portobello Road to the restaurant Khan’s where I was to meet P and D. And I was early so I had to wait for quite a while in the rain before realizing there was a waiting area inside the restaurant.
We spent Saturday and most of Sunday looking at markets. I didn’t shop much. In a way London has lost its appeal. Most things are pretty expensive and the thrill of the new is long gone. In another way it feels a lot like home, which is good I guess.