We’re currently cruising over the Atlantic at about 36,000ft, and we’re just settling in for the main bulk of our flight to New York after tolerating enjoying a tinfoil lunch of chicken, rice and cold apple crumble. As usual, my tolerance for such things is minimal, and as the guy in front of me has just reclined his seat (reducing my typing posture to that of a decrepit t-rex) this will be a short inaugural entry.

As far as traveling experiences go involving airports, I have to admit that today’s was one of the most hassle free we’ve ever had. Gatwick was virtually deserted, and thanks to someone having the foresight to check in on-line it didn’t take us very long to make it airside.

All in all, it must’ve taken about two hours in total to get to the airport, drop our bags, go through security and chomp down a sweaty sausage sandwich from EAT before being called to the gate. All in all, an extremely painless experience - which is more than can be said for my current sitting position…