I'm in Atlanta and it's a cloudy day. And for the first time this trip I am yearning for home - I need to be home right now. But it's not the cloud-cover that reminds me so much of an English Summer that is pressing all these homesick buttons in my heart. It's not the comfort of my own bed that is calling me, nor the gentle poetry of cricket. It is not Queen and Country, but friendship. I need to throw my arms around my friend and tell him that I love him.
You see, I opened an email from Martin this morning. He and Tanja have just returned from a hiking trip to Utah - it was something they'd been planning for months. On the way back to the UK, they stopped off in Vegas and got married. And, unlike so many unions, I have no doubt it was the right thing to do.
