13 February 1996

"First landfall - the tip of the British Isles after too much to drink and not enough sleep.  Safe at last on the last leg to Paris.  The Earth seems very fragile and my own mortality a mystery.  Very tired and letting myself go to the Fates. Up here, it's no longer a question of decisions.  The die is cast and this fairy land of clouds a welcome sight for a newborn soul."

V.