We had an early start. Our suitcases had to be left outside the cabin by 07:00 so we had to get washed and dressed so that the last items could be stowed. Because everyone was in the same boat (quite literally) we all turned up for breakfast at the same time. The scrum around the buffet table reminded me of the open warfare that you see at W.I. Jumble Sales or the Boxing Day sales. We sat and left them to it before approaching the buffet with grace and sophistication.
The coaches arrived, our suitcases were loaded onto the relevant coach, and then we were whisked off to the airport. The check-in was chaos. There were 4 desks open, but one closed almost immediately. We stood in a queue that snaked back and forth and moved at a pace that would suit a snail with a limp (all right, the metaphor doesn't quite work). It took us 90 minutes to get our boarding passes and headed for security. That was more efficient and we were soon walking to the departure hall and looking for Jane and Trevor (who were miles ahead of us due to the vagaries of luggage loading on the coach). The first order of the hour was a drink. We found a suitable bar and stayed there until we had to go to the gate.
Loading the plane was another Saga (did you see what I did there?) as all the wrinklies blocked the aisles and prevented people from boarding behind them. Once everyone was settled, we took off and had a good flight back to London. We were met by our Saga driver and escorted to the car where we settled down for a pleasant ride home.
Our bags are unpacked and the washing machine is hard at work. It has been a great holiday.
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