Terminal Five Heathrow Rising Shopping
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Terminal Five, Heathrow.
Rising 07.00. Shopping for the Minx’s Sunday reading…
… and loading the car. Bidding the Minx farewell, setting off c. 08.45.
Driving down to Chiswick on the M40, at c. 09.25 the course arrived. The energy brought about a radical change of state: possibilities in my life, clarity.
While driving, listening to favourite music from early professional years in London, including Joni Mitchell’s Blue. Hearing this at the time, I thought: I have nothing to say after this. If Blue helped me through the hard times of 1971, Judy Collins’ Wildflowers (recommended by Judy Dyble) helped me through the awfulness of 93a, Brondesbury Road and GG&F (1967-68); and Who Knows Where The Time Goes through the heartbreak and subsequent horrors of the KC breakup in December 1969. These, with other music-friends, at a time when Music was giving itself away for nothing much more than the price of an ear.
Arriving c. 11.00 and carrying into the MinxLoft. Taxi at 11.30 to T5…
Straightforward process though procedures, passport checking now automated.
At Wetherspoons I…
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… the male serving-person strikes me as over-qualified. He has a sense about him that suggests his former employment was in the professions.
23.45 Casa Stella Maris, Caorle, Italy.
To Venice airport, taking off a little late c. 15.25 I…
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… landing local time c. 17.10. The lagoon view was on the right side of the aircraft. Dr. Mike sat at the front, me at the back: the working player knows their place.
Big Al met us in Arrivals, and into the AdrianoMobile…
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Dinner at 19.45 followed by an announcement: When we visit various places on courses, we rarely have the time to visit the surrounding area. A proposal: a free evening to visit the centre of town. You are invited to be my guests for prosecco and gelati! The proposal was found acceptable by the Team, perhaps even unanimously so.
Into the AdrianoMobile with Director Nunez and Big Al, and off to the centre of Caorle I…
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A walk-around the town before choosing a suitable restaurant, just behind the 11th. century church…
… shortly before the arrival of our pals, walking in from the House. Draught prosecco was served in carafes (this a first for me) plus nibbly fried-fishy-things along the tables, followed by tiramisu, meringues, an ice cream concoction in coffee, and expressos I...
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A most pleasurable evening, with no Guitar Craft Faces in sight. Returning c. 23.30.
