OK OK so I said we were in Cornwall for good…..how come then that we are already some 1000 miles from that place we can now call home and where our hearts (yes, all of them, mine, DMs, R&A and the whole gang) are firmly placed?

Despite our bodies screaming out for some peace and quiet, we find ourselves tonight in Madrid, after a train ride from home to Heathrow and then a flight to Madrid Airport to photograph the lovely Beth’s wedding to her Spanish man, Sab.

We’re in an hotel in the city centre not 100 yards from the place I photographed DM when he was feeling really ropey last time we were here in the spring.

Tomorrow’s wedding will be, I’m sure, a wonderful day but for now all I want is bed and rest.

I have this theory that the human body wasn’t built to withstand this sort of punishment. That we as creatures shouldn’t be doing this type of thing but we promised to do this a year ago and our lives got in the way so we have to honour our promise without a thought for our own exhaustion.

Still, by tomorrow we will be more rested and we will find our way to give Beth and Sab the memories they deserve.

We have often stated to our friends that the reason we wanted to make our life-changing move was because of the anger of the folks of the south east of the UK. They are, almost to a man, incredibly angry and this was borne out today when I gave my bag to the man who was loading the bags into the rail-air coach at Reading station and he tossed it into the luggage bay with absolutely no consideration for its contents. When I showed my horror, his respose was ‘well if you don’t like it, do it yourself’ spat at me with so much venom I might have keeled over.

Never mind, soon we won’t have to suffer the anger of the poor folks who live in the congested, polluted London suburbs any more. My commute will go from 2.5 hours a day to 2.5 minutes a day. I have to keep that in mind for these bleak moments when I still feel totally trapped by the grasp of London.

When we were on board our flight, DM kept saying ‘just think of Crantock beach, about Archie barking at the gulls and trying to eat the waves, think of Rosie’s little snout covered in sand’. Sure enough, it keeps me going but all I really want is to be stationary!

Last year, I was taking off the Stax logo and the year before I was thinking about the quality of our radio.