On Board our flight to Alicante
After our flight was announced in the lounge, walk to the other end of the terminal to find no queue. Walked straight on to the 737. Had to interrupt conversation between cabin crew to show our boarding cards.
Flight looked more than half empty with no other pax in the Club Europe cabin.
Our FA (flight attendant) is a "wish-I-were-younger" TD (trolly dolly) who turned out to be very pleasant.
Soon lost sight of the ground after Alicante due to cloud. Snow capped peaks were spotted as we traversed the Pyrenees. The cloud cleared as we flew over The Gironde, with fine views of the coast down to Montalivet and we could pick out the Bac (ferry) between Royan and Le Verdon which we have used several times on our way to vacations at CHM Montalivet.
Also great views of Swanage, Studland, Portsmouth etc and, before we knew it, straight into Gatwick 10 minutes early.
Before that we were served with champagne (Bob) and orange juice followed by a kosher meal for Bob of warm bread roll, thick slices of chicken with pasta and for John, the standard BA "extended" breakfast of fresh fruit salad and cold meats with cheese and alioli. No complaints whatsoever.
But the specially ordered kosher meal took first prize. It was specially prepared under rabbinical supervision in some grim looking industrial unit in Wembley, according to the little leaflet that came with it. Well, it didn't actually say "prepared in a grim looking.....", but there was a picture of it.
Time now to listen to the first episode of a Paul Temple we have lined up to help while away the time to Chicago.
"I say Paul... do you like my new het?" "Shut up you silly old tart". That doesn't sound quite right. But you get the gist.
Leap forward to Marriott Heathrow:-
Gatwick seemed deserted. We suppose everyone was travelling the other way. Silly really as the weather is better in UK (poor Maurice). Our car turned out to be a van/minibus, driven by a very pleasant Asian guy. But a very comfortable and easy journey apart from....
The state of traffic on the M257M4 reminded us of one of the reasons we moved to Spain. Could not go back to all those traffic jams. The driver took a shortcut past T5 to the A4 to avoid yet another jam. Clever guy.
After traversing two UK airports today we reflected on why they consist of so many huts and temporary buildings everywhere with no overall plan or scheme. Enclosures of diggers here, piles of stuff there, a clump of portakabins there. What a total mess. It only seems to happen in UK.
We like this hotel but.... John meant to ask at check-in for a room with at least some sort of view, but forgot. So we have no sort of view. None whatsoever. Well, only of someone else's window across the "well" would you call it?
The Marriott: recently refurbished and quite a good deal, to include full breakfast which Arthur will no doubt be reporting on tomorrow from somewhere over the Atlantic.
But before that we have dinner in the remarkable Pheasant public house a 10 minute walk up the road from here. We ate there last time and it was exceedingly good. Arthur is having the steak and chips with a little something after.
Would recommend the Marriott Heathrow if you can get a good rate.