But, sitting at Heathrow waiting for a flight, I remember when I first started to come here, in the late ’60s. It was Ground 0 for everything good.

It was a time of intense possibility and varying philiosophies (The Beatles ‘Let it Be’ v. The Stones ‘Let it Bleed’. When George Harrison could lug an instrument that he not only couldn’t play, he couldn’t even tune, the sitar, into the studio and it sounded…well, ok, weird. But it worked. When someone said, ‘Wonder what this sounds like if we play it backwards?’ Whedn women started wearing skirts that were…all…the…way…up…to……..there.

Now is a long time from then. There’s a trifle less optimism in the air, and the unstoppable power of compound interest isn’t what it used to be. 

But still, sitting here on a quiet Sunday morning, mildly jetlagged and waiting to move on projects for children in Israel, it’s still a very cool place to be.