Back in the UK. The plane flying at dawn over a misty and mysterious-looking land. This soon developed into a lovely bright morning, with an Autumnal freshness.

Developed very high temperature in Newark airport and felt dreadful on the plane. So dreadful that I hardly noticed the turbulence. Zombied my way home, climbed into bed and slept most of the day waking up occasionally to discover I was drenched in sweat. Feverish dreams of being lost in North America and wondering where I could stay, and then of earthquakes, and most bizarrely that there was a self proclaimed King of Brighton.

Spoke to Mike, Anna, Mum and MJ, who I am missing horribly.

Back to bed now. Will fill in the gaps shortly...