Back in the days when Britons got on with Europeans (a lot of us still do) we called it the Common Market.
Alas, Cummings and Johnson have forced us all to pack up our stalls and leave the Common Market (or European Union)
But in a parallel universe, the one all of us Travel nuts inhabit, there is a much bigger market still, the World Travel Market.
Which I’ve admired from afar for years but not been able to get to because of The Man who wouldn’t give me the time off.
This year though I’m my own Man and as for getting there all I’ve got to do is travel to the West Wing of New Murty Demesne.
This year’s Virtual World Travel Market won’t have the bright lights and entertainment of London.
And the Great Old City only grows in our affections because we can’t get there.
But I’ll thrust my London mementoes to the front of my desk, chief among them my Peter Pan piggy bank.
Life as a Wanderer is a different normal to most at the best of times and while these are anything but we’ll make the best of it.
We’ll have the staple of travel fairs, the presentations, talks and stall visits.
And the meeting up between old friends who see each other every second week of November in London.
Now you know what they say, if we can’t get out to see the world let the world come to us.