In April of 2002, I visited the village of Marlow, in England.
It must be that time of year, and here we go again. Airports, repetition, futurism, right, aluminum, got it. This time, it's a business trip to England. I am to spend two weeks and a bit visiting our UK office, to pick their brains, wave our office's banner where appropriate, make new friends, &c, &c.
My state of mind was considerably different this time round, though...