No weekly recap this week — the author has absconded to Brittany, which has inexplicably decided to be sunny, and is now filing his dispatches from a harbour terrace somewhere between a dish of olives and an ice bucket. What follows is a pointed meditation on boats, aperitifs, civilised arguments about dinner, and why the 24-hour news cycle can, respectfully, wait. Consider it a proof of life. A rather pleasant one. Click in to find out.
