We once again visited Suffolk and the pier at Southwold where we saw the crazy slot machines that Tim Hunkin had invented for his amusement arcade on the pier. Outside the cold wind howled and took the skin off your lips. A sculpture was encased in ice and the waves looked menacing.
Back in London, Sloane Square underground (our local, as we played ‘Sloanies on loan’) was strangely empty. Paris metro had more violin players than your wildest dream. Chez nous, the pond was frozen solid. ed
