I must be one of the very few people who go to London to escape from the Internet. Or am I?
Anyway, I am heading there until Monday evening, to see relatives whom I have not seen in years, relatives whom I have never met, and two relatives whom I had never really expected to see again except on Skype.
But they have had more farewell tours than Frank Sinatra.
And if they can get from St Helena to Britain entirely by sea in their mid-eighties, one of them in a wheelchair, then doing so by air ought to be a doddle.