Damien Enright: London’s a world away from the city I lived in years ago

LONDON was hell. I was there for four days, the weekend before last. It’s a lovely city, but it’s one helluva relief to be home again in the village, where, on mornings like this, all is silence but for birdsong, the street is empty of traffic and people, there’s no jostling on the pavement, no need to take trains or buses, and sea breezes blow.

We don’t know how lucky we are.