And Traveling the World
It’s autumn in Yorkshire. The air is crisp and clear, and the trees are changing colors. As my train speeds from Leeds to Shipley, I can’t help but think that fall in old England is as pretty as fall in New England. And when I arrive at Hollins Hall Hotel, Golf & Country Club in West Yorkshire, I see it even more clearly.
When I first moved to London, I asked a friend where I should live. She told me that if she could do it all over again, she would live in Hampstead. Now that I’ve been in London for years, I sometimes wonder what I would tell someone if they asked me the same question. Usually I find myself leaning towards a particular neighborhood in central London, and I think living in Clerkenwell would be lovely.
