A Perfectly Reasonable Excuse for Another Safari
On the continued necessity of distant travel, questionable logistics, and the modern man’s deteriorating tolerance for winter.
The trouble began with a perfectly good pair of binoculars. They had spent the winter on the hall table, pointed at a hedge. By February even the hedge looked embarrassed.
I proposed a short expedition. My wife asked whether the binoculars might enjoy a walk to the pond. I had already ordered the maps.
At camp, the view through the glasses proved excellent. So did the view without them. I have left this second finding out of the expense report.