And on the ground...

Arrival mid-afternoon at Heathrow meant a) huge queues at immigration, b) a speedy luggage retrieval, c) a clothes makeover to cater for the temperature change and d) trekking miles to access the underground, carrying all my gear for three months. Underground to Kings Cross and more trekking to train station where I had a two hour wait in the chill. Not complaining, just stating - as I knew this part of the journey would be physically challenging. A brief bleeding nose was probably an indication of that.  Memories of arriving for the first time in London in April 1979 with luggage for an indefinate stay and, for complicated reasons, spending the entire day in a freezing Victoria Station. Was reminded then of TS Eliot's The Wasteland - "April is the cruelest month...".

Finally, departing at 7.30pm, a groggy two-hour train trip to York and arrival at Greencliffe Drive where I was met at the front door by Tilly the Cat. That put a smile on my face :-))