Sundays growing up? My Sundays in Britain were horrible, spent hungover and fearful, even though I didn’t have to go to an office or a factory in the morning. I never did anything on a Sunday until I moved to America, because everything’s open. So I quite like Sundays now.
Sunday walk? It depends where I am. In Miami, I’ll walk across the Causeway from Miami Beach. In Edinburgh, I’ll go down the disused railway lines to Portobello Beach. In Oxfordshire, I’ll walk the Thames towpath up into the Chilterns. And in London I might walk from north London to south London to see friends.
