In front of me is a Vesper Martini, made precisely to Ian Flemming’s recipe. We are in a bar at the dome, after a glorious day: breakfast in the local cafe, then a trip to Greenwich, decided upon on the spur of the moment. After a good tour of the market, lyn and I took the boat back along the Thames. And so here we are, sipping cocktails at the dome, on a day which has reminded me how glorious it is to be alive, and to share that life with the person you love. Cheers.