Departure Lounge

It’s 8:55am, and you find me sitting in the middle of the departure lounge at London Heathrow airport. I woke at 6am, had a shower, then made bacon sandwiches for the children before discovering we had run out of milk to make coffee. After a few sips of redbush tea, I spotted a waiting taxi … Continue reading Departure Lounge

The Journey Home

Sound filled the room at 3am this morning, rousing me from fitful dreams and causing me to stumble across the room to reach the phone it was coming from. After squinting at the words and fumbling with the screen for a few moments, silence reigned again, and I rubbed my eyes. Half an hour later … Continue reading The Journey Home

Terminal 2

I’m sitting in the heart of Terminal 2 at London Heathrow airport once again. I have an hour until the gate is announced for my flight. I’m sitting here in cargo shorts, a t-shirt, and sandals, watching the world go by around me. It’s a curious experience, watching people in an airport – particularly one … Continue reading Terminal 2

What’s in my Bags?

Here we are again – packing bags ahead of an early morning taxi ride to the airport. It’s all becoming a bit routine. I thought it might be interesting (to me at least) to go through the contents of my clothes bag, and backpack. I suppose it’s worth noting that I’m travelling out on Monday, … Continue reading What’s in my Bags?

Home

I woke ten minutes before the alarm on the phone this morning, and showed my face for breakfast in the hotel a little after 6am. After downing a coffee and some croissants, I finished packing my bag, checked out, and splashed through the rain to Frankfurt station. Half an hour later I was at the … Continue reading Home

To Frankfurt Once More

It’s 9:27am, and I’m sitting in the middle of Terminal 2 at Heathrow airport, London. The taxi transfer arrived at our house precisely when it should this morning, prompting me to kiss the girls goodbye as they got ready for school, lift my bag onto my back, and carefully make my way out across the … Continue reading To Frankfurt Once More

Arrival

The flight from Heathrow to Frankfurt was remarkably routine. Although officially recorded as “delayed”, the flight crew did everything in their power to rush us onto the aircraft, and begin taxiing out to the runway. I would love to have heard the conversation between the aircraft and the control tower – it became evident that … Continue reading Arrival