EDITOR’S LETTER
A WHILE AGO, WHEN MY MIDDLE DAUGHTER was about to undergo interviews for big school, we were practising questions on her around the kitchen table. She wasn’t having any of it and remained quiet and downcast. At a certain point, I asked what her favourite way to spend her time was, and her little sister, unable to contain herself any longer, leapt up and shouted, ‘Exploring! And colouring in!’ I think of exploring and colouring in a lot now that our world has physically shrunk around us, this inexorable pulling in of parameters. And yet I don’t mind being at home, I don’t mind it at all. My eyes have been retrained, my hunger for experience perfectly taken up by, on any given day, looking out of my window at the…