31 Moorings

British Airways treated me right, helped nab the last aisle seat for the 9:45 flight across the Arctic to London. No sleep but the Bordeaux helped relax sore and tight muscles. The delay at Heathrow allowed a cheese panini and Simon was waiting in the Porshe upon arrival in Manchester. We raced to his office in Bradford, picked up Fiona and headed to their lovely place at 31 Morrings on the Leeds-Liverpool canal. I now sit at the kitchen table and try to time/space acclimate before dinner. Simon and I have already had a months worth of marketing discussion on the drive and tomorrow is the start of a busy few days of shooting.

Bradford kinda reminds me of home. It is gray, drizzling and 10 degrees too cold for this time of year. Don't let the glare on Si's Carrara or the rainbow outside their window fool ya. When on Bainbridge or at 31 Moorings, bring fleece.