Crumbs from the breakfast table of an unreconstructed Liberal
Monday, November 14, 2011
Peace in Hampstead (for nearly 2 minutes)
Sunday morning found me walking across Hampstead Heath as 11 o'clock approached. I sat on a log for the two minutes' silence, which was nearly perfect in the silvan sunshine but for the distant wail of a police siren. Long gone are the days when the traffic stopped and even the trains paused on their journeys.