Unfortunately our ideas of a good holiday were not the same. Simon liked to motor very fast from place to place, pausing occasionally to climb something or ride something or fish for something. I liked to be hopelessly lazy in one place. I liked to swim and doze in hot sunlight, to lie for long hours with a book which I had no intention of reading, but I liked to be able to emerge at will and find people waiting for me, ready to be watched and speculated about until I grew tired of civilisation and returned to the wilderness again.
