Camp De Mar, Majorca
In 1980 I went on holiday, just myself, to Majorca, to a quiet hotel overlooking the bay at Camp De Mar, a short bus ride from Palma. I mention it because I remember packing a short-wave radio, with the sole purpose of tuning in to BBC's World Service and listening to Alistair Cooke's Letter From America. In twenty-four years I only missed a handful, and even those I have read several times.
I didn't want to let the day go by without mentioning my literary hero: had he lived another six years, he would have been a hundred and two today.
