Never too late to change: a walk in the mountains
A couple of weekends ago, I met up with some friends I used to share a house with the year after I graduated. At the time, I used to head off at the weekends and go scuba diving or walking in the mountains or cycling and my friends got up late, had BLT sandwiches and watched the Grand Prix on TV.
I watched the Grand Prix once and concluded that I needn’t ever do that again. I had watched some cars go round in a circle, very, very fast. At one stage, one of them overtook another, and one of them broke down, but Sunday afternoon had disappeared and I didn’t ...