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Welcome to the last day of my Furnal Equinox 2023 summary, told through submissions! This is my usual post-convention summary by sharing a photo a day from my time away, while recounting the events of the day on which the photo was taken, exactly two weeks ago:
When I woke up, it was still dark. Then I opened the shutter on the window a bit, and saw it was really bright outside. It was then I looked at the in-flight map, and saw that I was halfway over Ireland. I awoke just in time for a breakfast of a slice of banana bread and a cup of tea, and feeling chuffed that my new tactic for beating jet lag seemed to have worked again. Two hours later, we were on final approach to Gatwick Airport, touching down just under an hour behind schedule owing to the delay in Toronto. Curiously enough, coming down over the railway line to Gatwick Airport, you can actually see the next station up the line, at Redhill., so close is the town to the airport.
Breezing through passport control and not stopping in the baggage hall, I got to the airport railway station and found a kindly attendant who explained that my ticket had expired, that I would need to buy another one (for three times the price), and that I'd have to take it up with the airline if I wanted to see any of that money again. Thank you, Network Rail. Even so, having spent 6 hours on a plane and knowing that I had work to do when I got home, I bit the bullet, bought the fare, and was soon on my way to Reading. After an hour and a bit of forcing myself to stay awake, the train arrived, and I sought out some lunch before my next connection to Port Talbot.
When the train pulled in to PT, the day was lit with glorious sunshine and was actually quite warm. I was most grateful for the nice weather as I walked home from the station. About a half hour later, I opened my front door, dropped my bag onto my bed, made a cup of tea... forgot that I didn't have fresh milk in... poured tea away, made a chamomile tea instead, opened my laptop, and got to work.
I hope you've enjoyed this wee recollection as much as I've enjoyed recalling it!
When I woke up, it was still dark. Then I opened the shutter on the window a bit, and saw it was really bright outside. It was then I looked at the in-flight map, and saw that I was halfway over Ireland. I awoke just in time for a breakfast of a slice of banana bread and a cup of tea, and feeling chuffed that my new tactic for beating jet lag seemed to have worked again. Two hours later, we were on final approach to Gatwick Airport, touching down just under an hour behind schedule owing to the delay in Toronto. Curiously enough, coming down over the railway line to Gatwick Airport, you can actually see the next station up the line, at Redhill., so close is the town to the airport.
Breezing through passport control and not stopping in the baggage hall, I got to the airport railway station and found a kindly attendant who explained that my ticket had expired, that I would need to buy another one (for three times the price), and that I'd have to take it up with the airline if I wanted to see any of that money again. Thank you, Network Rail. Even so, having spent 6 hours on a plane and knowing that I had work to do when I got home, I bit the bullet, bought the fare, and was soon on my way to Reading. After an hour and a bit of forcing myself to stay awake, the train arrived, and I sought out some lunch before my next connection to Port Talbot.
When the train pulled in to PT, the day was lit with glorious sunshine and was actually quite warm. I was most grateful for the nice weather as I walked home from the station. About a half hour later, I opened my front door, dropped my bag onto my bed, made a cup of tea... forgot that I didn't have fresh milk in... poured tea away, made a chamomile tea instead, opened my laptop, and got to work.
I hope you've enjoyed this wee recollection as much as I've enjoyed recalling it!
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Rail lines, car park, airport... clearly you have found a transportation hub.
We have one major airport in Connecticut, Bradley International and to my knowledge the Windsor Locks Station (a transpex booth on a concrete slab) is a 6¼ mile drive away. Not what one would call a hub!
We have one major airport in Connecticut, Bradley International and to my knowledge the Windsor Locks Station (a transpex booth on a concrete slab) is a 6¼ mile drive away. Not what one would call a hub!
Always the sign of a good airport! Gatwick and Heathrow are the best in that regard, though unfortunately they are quite far from me. Wales' main airport at Cardiff has pretty poor outside connections. You can get an hourly bus into the city, another to a nearby village, and if you walk around the perimeter of the airport you'll get to the railway station in the village next to the airport, which amusingly calls itself "Rhoose Cardiff International Airport". :P
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