Visitors to Salt Lake were thus the living, walking embodiments of the component of snoopishness in tourism.

Consequently Alvina, or Vina as she was called, understood only the explicit mode of good-humoured straightforwardness.

Any spot I could point to on a map was about to turn into a hot zone. There was too much trougle brewing for it not to bubble over, and by the summer of 2012, I had a major decision to make.

Think me not / So dull a devil to forget the loss / Of such a matchless wife.