At Peak Lodge
I could have flown. But flying at Christmastime is always such hassle. Full flights. Expensive flights. Everyone trying to sneak aboard double their allocation of carry-on baggage. All tripping over one another. Chaotic airports. And even after putting up with all that, I would still have needed to hire a car at the other end. So I decided to drive. I set out shortly after nine o’clock on Christmas Eve morning. By 10:15 I had got as far as Enfield, where I stopped for gas. I was still on the...