Heathrow interregnum

We all know it’s a long way to Europe, particularly if you have a layover in a terminal somewhere on route. With 9 hours to kill at Heathrow waiting for my connection to Rome, I had pre-booked accommodation at the

Viaggio

Refreshed in the knowledge that a passport was to hand, the dog was with her aunty and after our mid-week Eucharist & some light refreshments with the Wednesday crew, I hastily packed a bag for my departure. My suitcase still

God save the Queen

Indeed. Had HM not been celebrating her Diamond Jubilee on the weekend before my holiday was due to begin, I would not be here now sipping Billecart Salmon and watching the world go by on the via Veneto. Despite the