The last Saturday in May.
Arriving to meet Craig and Yvonne at Glasgow Airport for the 08.55 to London Gatwick, the board informs us that the flight is cancelled. No volcano, no snow, the reason? Operational. What does that mean?
We are given the opportunity of rebooking on to the 15.55 flight. Charming, eight hours at Glasgow Airport.
It was a long breakfast. At 11.00 when the Wetherspoon’s breakfast menus were issued it was declared time for a Bier. We were allowed to check-in at 13.30, did so and went through to the Wetherspoon’s on ‘the other side’. We would have been better staying where we had been, no Bier of merit, we left.The Surrey Oaks, Newdigate Beer Festival had been our objective for the afternoon. We never made it.
We were met at Gatwick Airport by Lord Clive, Dr Stan and Maggie in the famous 'water carrier', sorry:‘people carrier’, and were soon at the Swan in Crawley for a Bier or two before the excellent curry at the Lal Akash.
Back at the Swan we had been promised a special Bier: we had to settle for Dark Star Hophead, Dark Star Summer Meltdown and resorted to Old Rosie, a scrumpy! What?
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