You know, I'm sort of glad S was never going to take any digital devices on the trail. My persistent half-hearted coaxings were happy to remain half-hearted. "But what will happen, dear S, if we suddenly forget, for lack of iteration, that everything is profound?" A horror too complex to even contemplate, surely. She does have proper thoughts of sitting down afterwards and writing the book to replace Bill Bryson on everyone and their grandmothers' tongues, however.
In the meantime, of course, I'll be sitting here obsessing over yahoo weather reports and other people's pictures on the interweb (though don't worry, Jonathan).