The art of... slowing down
When I scan my mental archives for my most illustrious flights of fancy, my truly show-stopping fantasies, and my most cinematic daydreams, they have one thing in common: they revolve around travel. I was never the sort of school kid who dreamed about a big wedding, or a Prince Charming, or a huge house, or a fast car, or a pony. I grew up devouring Indiana Jones and the James Bond films, convinced that travelling was the loftiest aspiration a young lady of means
