Arriving in England is usually the same for me.
When we're going straight home to Devon we take the National Express
coach from Heathrow airport to Torquay. We no longer drive in the UK.
It's a long ride and one has to be prepared with lunch/snacks for the 5 hour
ride - we pick up a sandwich and bottled drink from M&S or Boots at the
airport shops and, having purchased tickets online, just wait, somewhat
bleary-eyed from the overnight flight, until the 501 coach shows up - always
on time believe it it not! The ride on an almost Summer day is lovely. At this
time of year the countryside is spectacular. It was cloudy leaving London but
as the southwest counties appeared on the signposts, the sun peeped out
and by the time we were 'home' the afternoon was perfect.
My dear cousin David was at the coach station to meet us.
He took us to a grocery store for the basics we needed at the rental cottage
and drove us to our 'home' on the coast for the coming ten days.
More about David in a future post - we grew up together, our mums were sisters,
and thankfully we have stayed close despite the distance since I emigrated to
the US over fifty years ago.
The pink cottage, almost on the beach, was awaiting our arrival.
We let Jasmin choose which bedroom she preferred - this was the magnificent
view from her window.
The sun goes down late over Tor Bay at this time of year - it remains light
until around 10:30 PM which is wonderful, and the early dawn brings bright
mornings by 5:30 AM.
Here, as we looked across the bay, the lights came on in Brixham, the fishing
town where my father was born.
It's a long journey home - but always worthwhile.
Sleep was welcome that night.