Northwest Passage

Five hours out of SFO we enter a bleak and beautiful world of glaciers and beluga whales. Night has long fallen in the cabin of our ageing 777-200 and breakfast will not start for another three hours. One of many indistinguishable transatlantic crossings listening to channel 9 and Nav Canada while pondering the very mystery of flight.

In two weeks, I will be in Israel with Ally. Before that, I have one Formas grant application to submit and about a hundred exams to mark. Just before boarding in San Francisco, I picked up The Beyond Edition which made me dream of Kamchatka, the Kuril Islands and pomegranate-and-halloumi salads in Dubai. It feels like this spring will truly give Tyler a good run for his money.