From my Moleskine:
10:40: First morning in England, April 8. No free wifi in Heathrow Airport? Bollocks.
Flight was smooth, slept for eight hours or so. Much smaller plane this time, just seven seats across. Good movie selection, but chose to watch my usual Thursday night lineup: Parks and Rec, The Office, 30 Rock. Braised beef and potatoes weren't bad. Roll was awful. Fresh motz on the "salad." Free wine (red for me, of course). Breakfast was a tasty cranberry muffin-- nice and moist, but I wasn't particularly hungry and didn't finish it.
Hungry now, outside Terminal 5, waiting for bus to Chelts- will try to sleep on coach and, if successful, will reward self with Cliff Bar upon waking. If unsuccessful, will devour said Cliff Bar upon first sign of embarrassing stomach noises. Bumpy landing. Held my fingers knotted together. But I'd been all smiles as we were coming down, glimpsing the first teases of green hills.
11:20: just boarded coach. There is an adorable, quintessentially English-looking elderly couple up front wearing matching windbreakers. Laughed to myself when a Heathrow vehicle with the words "campus security" on its side drove past. Campo!
On our way now! So sunny, time for shades.
Moments later:
Shit...Cliff Bars are in the cargo hold.
The shadow of our horned coach gives the impression that we are traveling either by viking ship or very large bull.
11:30: Picking up passengers at other terminal. Three guys speaking some foreign tongue- Portuguese, or Turkish, perhaps?- just got on. One is cute, I wonder if he speaks English. Soo excited to get away from Heathrow and see some scenery!
12:50: Slept for perhaps an hour? Due to arrive in Chelts at 2:15. Just saw aforementioned cute guy pick his nose. That's a deal breaker, ladies.
I'd forgotten just how beautiful England is, and this is my first visit in springtime. The trees have fresh new leaves, still slightly curled. The green hillsides are dappled with ewes and their lambs. I'm so happy I could burst.
12:59: First thatched roof sighted!!
13:08: Dropping off passengers in Swindon. Appears to be a working-class, somewhat shabby city. Nothing wrong with that. Also, I've caught guy-formerly-considered-cute picking his nose at least twice more. Aww, adorable matching old couple got off!
13:51: Departing Cirencester. Much more stylish than Swindon. Nodded off again for a bit. REALLY hungry.
14:18: Finally back in Cheltenham. The streets are familiar. Will be arriving at Royal Wells very soon :)
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