From Dulles to Heathrow, from jet plane to motor coach, from a sleek modern airport to a 16th-century hostelry. That was today’s long journey, or I should say yesterday-into-today’s journey. The lines are starting to blur between days and continents.

I write this post from the Angel Hotel with its four-poster bed, half-timbered ceilings, and perfect view of Guildford’s High Street.

Our traveling companions just landed. We’ll wait for them in the pub.