David Robbins: Want a calm trip to Zen? Buy yourself a rail card and just go
Perhaps my old uncle was right all along. Whenever a foreign expedition was suggested, he would shake his head ruefully and announce: "My anchor is down."
It must be going on for 30 years now since he left the comforting ambit of hearth and home. Even before then, he was nervous about "leaving the house on its own".
He didn't mind if his wife went gadding about to London or Lisbon, but it wasn't for him. He prized the familiar over the exotic every time.