The hotel sent a car to pick them up from the airport and they were amazed that the same day that they had set off from Gatwick to the tearful farewell of Emma’s mother, they were checking into their rooms in New York apparently only four hours after they had left Britain.
“Just think, Emma, whoever would have thought, just a year ago, even six months ago, that we would be in a hotel in New York looking for work as singer/songwriters? A little more than a year ago, I had never been off the farm alone except to go to school or the village and I was desperately looking for ways to escape. I know it’s beautiful and all that, but I wanted to see more. I thought that I was going to be stuck there forever, yet when we were there together, it didn’t seem like a prison at all. I was making mounta
