Traveling to London. . . . . . . . .

 . . . . . from the West Country was not easy the past couple of days. 

Cold, damp nights brought icy conditions and thick fog on the main motorways, 

sadly there were several multi-vehicle pileups with at least one fatality during early

 morning commuting hours.

We awoke early this morning and I rushed to take photos from the balcony before

my cousin came to drive us to the coach station to catch our Heathrow airport bus.

I'd never seen Tor Bay like this, early on a foggy morning. Remember, I didn't live

 here with bay views as a youngster - so this was totally different from my memories

 of our lovely town by the sea.

The tiny boat is the small winter ferry which plies back and forth between Torquay

 and Brixham, carrying mostly commuters on its 25 minute journey. We've watched

 it chugging back and forth several times a day whilst staying in the flat.

Today, the fog banks gave the shoreline a beautiful mystical look which was a

 new and quite different view of my hometown. . . . . . one I will always remember.

We are now in our hotel at Heathrow. 

Our window looks out onto the main runway of this gigantic world famous airport.

 We always request a room on this side as we love watching planes leaving for every

 corner of the world. Every 2 minutes a jet takes off. . . . . . it's been happening since

 our arrival at 3 PM and still continues now at 11 PM as I sign off here. 

Soon though it will shut down for the night. We will then enjoy calm hours for our

 'last sleep' here in my lovely England before flying back to the USA tomorrow.