Apart from conference travel, life lately has been mostly about the routine. Working full time (in a temporary personal assistant job) has rather put a crimp in my exhibition-and-gallery-going, although it’s nice to have some extra dollars coming in (especially with a demanding end-of-summer trip coming up, but more on that another time!).
Escaping Manhattan during the summer months is a storied (and sensible) pursuit, and those of us who can’t afford to take a cottage or beach house for the whole of July and August remain enviously in situ. The Berkshires (pronounced berk, not bark) are a range of hills up in Massachusetts which have long provided a summer retreat from New York and Boston, and we were delighted when some good friends invited us to drive up with them last Friday for a weekend break. Continue reading