One misty moisty morning...
Not the nicest of days to set off on my trip to the US - by the time I boarded the National Express coach in the coach station in Brighton that I never previously knew existed I was cold and soggy with white fingers and wet boots that will take forever to dry out and that I was intending to do most of my walking in in the US... Ah well, at least it was a fine excuse to indulge in a brandy and Coke as soon as I cleared security at Heathrow! The security officer who retrieved a forgotten yet forbidden bottle of water from my laptop bag engaged me in unexpectedly friendly conversation about playing the guitar, after noticing the guitar-pick silver quarter around my neck. That put me in a better mood - though trying to find a bar amid all the outrageously expensive boutiques and duty free shops and then struggling to get onto the free Heathrow wifi put a bit of a dent in it. Anyway, my gate is apparently about to be announced, so it's time to pack up the laptop and prepare to leg it to the gate, which will undoubtedly be the very most distant one from where I'm now sitting... :-/