Back to the UK

Sometimes places all look the same - the same high street shops, the same weather, the ubiquitous golden arches of a fast food restaurant... and sometimes you know you've landed someplace very different.  

The White Shirt Bar at Heathrow.

Talk about being co-opted by the Establishment...

Despite a flight that was very late, the kind folk at BA happily switched me on to another flight and the journey home was pretty easy.  I hope catching up with your journals is just as easy - please excuse an ongoing lack of presence.