Chinese New Year memories: banquets and red envelopes

Red envelopes

I’m heading off to China today for a whistle-stop tour of Shanghai, Beijing, and Shenzhen for our company’s Chinese New Year parties known as “weiya”. There was a time when I used to enjoy knocking back cups of Maotaijiu (white spirit) as part of the celebrations, but these days I’m a lot more restrained. My body simply doesn’t have the powers of recovery that it once had.

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Moulton: a quintessential English village

Moulton village green

I always enjoy taking a stroll around the Moulton whenever I stay here – even when being battered by the chilly fenland winds. By many standards it is a quintessential English village, with its twelfth-century church overlooking a neatly-mown village green which is surrounded by charming old houses that testify to the place’s enduring wealth resulting from the rich agricultural land in the area.

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