The extent of the loose end I was at a fortnight or so ago, when the gut kept me indoors, can be indicated by the fact that I found myself googling streetview of all my friends' foreign addresses from ten years back. (In most cases; not all.) From which I discover that Trondheim is scenic countryside, which surprised me; Fairmount IN is unscenic countryside, which didn't (in the least); Tatebayashi looks exactly as I thought it would, a small town in Japan; the Rue David Lewis in Montreal has rather nice houses even if it *does* sit in the middle of an unexpectedly green wasteland; and Southampton is cozy in the extreme. And none of them are the cheek-by-jowl of Toronto where I live, but no surprises there.
Then I went back to reading The Long Earth and getting nowhere with it, there being too much Baxter to too little Pratchett. Gave up in an access of futility and cruised the net instead.
