Seat Of My Pants
byMaybe it’s just me, but the seats are so packed in on airplanes these days, shuffling past someone in the aisle seat to your own feels like second base.
Maybe it’s just me, but the seats are so packed in on airplanes these days, shuffling past someone in the aisle seat to your own feels like second base.
There’s only one chapter left to tell of our Bridget Jones style (plus toddler) ‘mini-break’ – that of the automobile. Buckle up.
Our accommodation, in an exquisitely renovated train carriage, was the first big WOW moment.
As it’s late, and as I’ve a good bit more to share, I’m breaking the highlights of our weekend into three posts – appropriately named, Planes, Trains and Automobiles.
Friends of ours took off for the US yesterday for a relaxing holiday. Their blog entry this morning reminded me why, when it comes to flying, if given a choice, I always choose to stay home.