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Twenty-four hours ago, Scotland become a better place.
Rotherhithe is one of the parts of London which has retained its village atmosphere. By the Thames and in view of central London, it has a charming pub, the Angel, and some pleasant parkland. It is quiet, too, the only noise coming from the occasional cyclist, the birds' singing and the river lapping against the steps.
I am officially become an old man.
Last week, I visited the Italian gardens at Saltburn by the Sea, and fell asleep on a bench. The sun shone, the flowers swayed, the birds sung. Even my companions’ chatter did not thwart my snooze.