God's Own . . .

If there was a God, this is where he'd live. We spent 11 hours on a bus yesterday, driving to and from the Grand Canyon, through the desert wastelands of Nevada and Arizona, along Route 66, just to spend a couple of hours gazing into a giant abyss. Jools loved it, feeling more transcendental than usual; clambering as close to the edge as possible without plummeting into the depths. I stayed well back, having no intention of being plucked away by a freak breeze to meet my maker.

All of this thinking, raises a philosophical question: If there was a God, he'd put the Grand Canyon a bit closer to Vegas, wouldn't he?