So, here I am somewhere else in the world. Still in the UK, but elsewhere. A rather interesting elsewhere. Because for the next few weeks I shall be living in Heather Shaw.

Tim, calm down please. I did not say I would be living inside your wife. I shall be living in a street named after her, that’s all. I’m willing to bet that she didn’t know there’s a street named after her in Wiltshire, but there is. I shall photograph the street sign tomorrow to prove it.

There’s not much to add to that, save to say how happy I am to be once again in a house that is festooned with bookcases. And there’s a cat too. Very civilized.

Update: The photographic proof is now on Twitpic.