UK Day 1 - Arrival

So here I am in Baldock roadside services near Hitchin at the end of the A1(M), scarfing down a rather small English Breakfast and drinking really hot tea.

Flying Qantas Premium Economy was worth the expense; we arrived at Heathrow awake instead of feeling buggered. The food was better, the seats had leg room, and the service was better. I's basically what business class is like on domestic flights.

I arranged to hire a Mondeo but we were "upgraded" to a Vauxall Zafira - a largish soft-roader diesel burner. Not really happy but it has tons of room for four of us + luggage.

We'll hit the road for Offord Darcy once we have stuffed ourselves on proper food. Or, in Aaron's case, McDonald's.

Immigration gave me the third-degree... again. "Why are you here? (A wedding, and then holiday) What will you be doing? (touring) What is you job? (Magager if a small company) How did you get so much time off? (... uh, what? I'm the boss!) Who is running the company while you are here? (My 2nd in charge.)"

My raygun made it through Customs, which is nice. Showers and more tea when we get to Steve & Sheen's, then a bit of rest.