The 04:10 start to Sunday seemed a little harsh in the cold dark of an early autumn morning. Gorse Fox left the Silver Vixen in the comfort bed, and drove up to Heathrow. Cousteau-cub was due in at 05:20, and what with immigration and baggage claim, GF was in no huge rush.

By 05:40 he was leaning on the barrier watching the hoi polloi arrive from their exotic destinations, looking confused, and searching for their meeters and greeters. Baggage in Hall announced the monitors. "Shouldn't have long to wait", thought the GF. At that, C-c tapped him on the shoulder. Her plane had landed early and she was already out and waiting for him.

We headed home.

[File under: Diary]