Well, not literally because I'm still here in Cannes where, incidentally, it pissed down with rain last night - who sniggered? No, I am about to follow my hero, the first great Churchill, the Duke of Marlborough, on his amazing march from the Low Countries down and along the Danube that culminated in the great victory at the battle of Blenheim.
I first read about him and his exploits some 30-odd years ago when I read an abridged version of Winston's colossal, and admiring, biography of his ancestor. Even abridged it is still a huge volume which would have cost me a fortune in extra weight charges on the aircraft so I settled for Charles Spencer's excellently slim book on the subject which fitted weightlessly into my Kindle! I do understand all the fuss and kerfuffle over 'the dear old Duke of Boot' given that this is the 200th anniversary of Waterloo but in my (ex-corporal's) opinion Marlborough was the greatest soldier-statesman Britain ever produced.
I am also delighted to renew my knowledge of Prince Eugene, a soldier of equal capability and in whom Marlborough had no hesitation in placing the utmost trust during the battle. The close and instinctive trust that these two Great Captains of history had for each other was remarkable given their disparate backgrounds. You only have to think back to WWII and the vicious internecine squabbles between the allied generals to see how rare the relationship between Marlborough and Eugene was.
If Marlborough's life and times are a mystery to you then I recommend Charles Spencer's history of the battle of Blenheim as an excellent introduction. Clear prose and narrative history of the highest order.