Where's Scott?

So I’m off to Europe. The plan, well the hope, it to make my way Eastward and eventually get to Prague, and start exploring behind the crushed and recycled Iron Curtain. But I can’t well fly over my good friends the Gordon’s without buying them a pint! So, London first.

Seb has a few days off from full flight duty, and I’ve timed my arrival so we can hit the pubs and perhaps I can visit the Gordon’s new countryside heritage cottage in Norfolk.

It’s great to see them all again, and we spend some time catching up. Mabel’s here for a few more months, but hasn’t made much headway on perfecting her English (or getting a driving license), but she’s in great spirits. Seb’s parents, Celia and Guy, are in fine form, as always, with Guy tripping over himself to help me get settled and Celia watching the telly at full blast over tea. The first night commences with an obligatory Khan’s takeaway (for those unfamiliar, Khan’s is the gold standard by which all British Indian cuisine may be judged). A nice spicy Jalfrezi, and a couple pints of Guinness at the Warrington (the classic London corner pub), and I’m right as rain.

The Gordon’s have a bedroom set aside for me in a converted coal cellar, and it’s a wonderful hideaway warren where I can sleep late, well protected from the evil rays of the sun.