It’s always a strange feeling, filling the last few days before a long trip, a kind of void which gets filled with things that don’t really need to be done, and some that definitely do. A kind of hiatus where there’s a heap of tasks which wait to be done but can’t yet be tackled. We fly out on July 15th; friends and family are all but seen, places visited, jobs completed, boxes ticked. It will be on us like an avalanche soon, but for now, a timeless vacuum regularly taps our shoulder with a bony hand. There’s been a bit of a medical issue, not, as it turns out,…