Posted by Tania Kindersley.
Not a hint of wi-fi for two whole days; I have been going frantic. Am typing this from a limited implement which does not do pictures or much formatting, so this is a bulletin rather than a proper blog, just to let you know that I have not yet set off for snowy Scotland. Some of you have very kindly expressed concern (cannot tell you how touching that is). I leave tomorrow at dawn, with anti-freeze, gumboots, spade, emergency supplies of chocolate, large bottles of water, and several good books in case I am stuck in snowdrifts for dull hours. It shall be the long way round, as the road home over the mountains is closed. My mother says she has eight inches outside, and is staying put for the duration. I keep telling her to stock up like a Montana survivalist.
It is quite odd to be sitting here in Soho, where I have just had a double espresso in the Bar Italia followed by a bloody mary in a bar populated by extremely famous actors, to think that tomorrow it shall all be hills and weather. I like looking at a handsome star of stage and screen from time to time, but my heart really beats where the snow falls. Secretly, I am rather thrilled that I must battle the elements to reach my dear old front door. Wish me luck.