AFTER LOCKDOWN IN LONDON Driving down to Broadstone is like travelling back in time to the 1950s. There are no black people on the streets here, while the only Asians are to be found in the newsagents’ and restaurants, and I think most of the residents like it this way. Muslims? Don’t make me laugh. The whole area has been staunchly conservative for decades: the other day I made a scathing remark to some people about Dominic Cummings, and was surprised to find them springing to his defence (“He does a very valuable job actually” etc.). So I have to make big mental adjustments while I’m here and keep some of my thoughts to myself. So why do I want to live here? Mostly because of the house and the garden, but also because my neighbours here are terrific, the same age as me, and sharing many of the same tastes. Music, movies, food, gardening etc. When I arrived neighbour Pete happened to be wearing a Bob Dylan T-shirt, which made me fe...