We’re back in Venice, and the bells are ringing. This week on the water Well, that’s one way of telling you that we’re in the fabled city for our annual writing retreat. But it strikes me that a far better way would be to step back a couple of days, to Bedford, where Trish and I were waiting for the taxi to pick us up and whisk us to the station. We happen to live on a line that runs directly through London to Gatwick. It’s possible to imagine catching a taxi to the station, a train to the...