Lovely Sheryl gave me a ride to the airport on Tuesday Feb. 16.
Here I am rearing to go- note supportive cup of java and wet hair from last shower of civilization. And glasses (which I have recently been told are “cute”- as if anything about me is “cute”- compelling, consternating, snarky- sure- but cute? Please!!!! Almost as bad as having my hands referred to as dainty! ) - bet you didn’t know I wear glasses, did you? Sometimes I do when contacts aren’t practical. And yes, I am enough of a geek that I am wearing my Viking Journey graphic tee-shirt. You know you are jealous!
Anyhow- dearest Sheryl dropped me off and I was lucky to be there in time to get an earlier flight than originally planned. My carry on only luggage policy paid off immediately as I was selected over another poor soul with 4 pieces of checked luggage. This meant making my connecting flight instead of wasting precious time in Newark. I took advantage of the in flight video to catch up an some shows I had never seen- “Nurse Jackie”- excellent and acidic- the way I like my comedy, and “This American Life” . When it was sleepy time (hah!), I put on a film called “Bright Star”. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0810784/
Alas, sleep did not come and I was forced to watch it. I tried knitting, crocheting, etc. Finally, I pulled out my reading travel treat- Gaiman’s “Neverwhere” http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neverwhere
. Absolutely perfect reading for anyone going to London!
Arrived Heathrow at approx. 7am local time. Customs was nearly deserted so I got through just fine until I answered truthfully that I was there for Jorvik 25. The guy was startled I knew about anything specifically UK, I think.
But eventually, I was allowed to pass and I just followed the hurried flow to the Tube station and the train to King’s Cross Station. Checked in my bag at Left Luggage, got my first official cuppa, and hopped back on a train for Mecca.
Allow me to establish some things here:
1. The plainest day in the UK is likely better than anything recently at home, so, yeah, I’m gunna gush. Deal.
2. I kept a photo tea journal. I was double dog dared.
3. I did a lot of self-portrait shots. In many different settings. You are forewarned.