Greetings from Albuquerque

Here's a quick note from Albuquerque Sunport ... on the way back to London. The home is 'staged' (as they say here) and on the market, the hummingbirds' bottles filled and a bird-sitter booked. A coyote strolled across the last evening to say goodbye.

You want those precious final drafts, corrected proofs etc of my early work? Make haste to Eldorado dump's recycling unit ... they're combined with a two inch pile of publishers' letters from my years in America. A couple of cartons of my books have been shed too. Sometimes travelling light comes easy.

Though up in our home I must say my english life was wiped from my memory. I couldn't remember phone number, address, credit card details, anything. Maybe that's one reason I have to leave, just so I can engage with life again.

More from England anon ... and my regular internet connection.