Once The Travel Bug Bites There Is

I Am Restless. I Don't Mind Leaving This Comfortable, Static Life. I Could Live A Year On My Own In A Remote Village.

It Was A Strange Feeling Going Into A Church I Did Not Know For A Service That I Did Not Really Believe In, But Once Inside I Couldn't Help A Feeling Of Warmth And Security. Outside There Were Wars And Road Accidents And Murders, Striptease Clubs And Battered Babies And Frayed Tempers And Unhappy Marriages And People Contemplating Suicide And Bad Jokes, But Once In St. Martin's There Was Peace. Surely People Go To Church Not To Involve Themselves In The World's Problems But To Escape From Them.

I Think Some Of The Best Modern Writing Comes Now From Travellers.

Armageddon Is Not Around The Corner. This Is Only What The People Of Violence Want Us To Believe. The Complexity And Diversity Of The World Is The Hope For The Future.

You Can't Get A Suit Of Armour And A Rubber Chicken Just Like That. You Have To Plan Ahead.