I’m just back from a whirlwind sweep of California. The first secret was for me. Even as I flew from Heathrow to San Francisco before a connecting flight to northern California, I still didn’t know where exactly I’d been booked to perform my show. I knew it was in a secret location a two-hour drive from the nearest small airport. My escort – a cowboy who worked at the estate I was headed for – greeted me at the airport and on the way he filled me in as to the specifics of this mystery. It turns out I had been booked to perform in an enchanted forest, of sorts. A private location tucked away in these magical Pacific woods I had[…]