Arrival

A frantic final packing session - and even with my copious lists, I’ve still managed to leave behind some essentials so will have to search out Funchal pharmacies -  and we make it through a very busy Manchester airport. Terminal 1 Security is packed, but generally efficient, and there’s the usual slightly embarrassing business of being hauled off for a special security check by two female staff - the joy of being an ostomate! At least it means that by the time I return, G has located all our trays of scanned possessions and is well on the way to returning them to our cabin bags. 

An pleasant flight with a very entertaining EasyJet crew - yes honestly, such things do exist - a rare smooth landing in Funchal, and we’re whisked off to our rather swish hotel for the next week. 

Too shattered for anything other than a room service sandwich and red wine, but not before a quick shot of the rather splendid lobby stairwell ….. 

Apologies for the backblips - with any luck I’ll soon catch up.