A cross England we’ve come: past Bristol and Swindon and Reading, and now we’re sitting on a bench outside Windsor Castle, which looms up behind us, a great gray stone castle. Inside, the Queen is probably having tea. Across the street is McDonald’s. We’re eating cheeseburgers, right here outside Windsor Castle.
The air is warm and heavy with anticipation. We are very close to Bompie’s, maybe a half hour away.
I guess we are going. Now.