Few weeks ago I restarted Clay shooting. Been going to the regular Wednesday shoot organised in the evenings by Pete.
Met up with Tony (the window man) for a quick shoot followed by a couple of pints. Quite a quiet evening at the shoot and the pub. We all wondered what was happening to keep everyone away.
Our plans for the bungalow are now public, as are the Plough and Anchors hotel plans. All available on the web.
Spent the whole of the week in Gatehead working on a portal project for the Brazilian airline Varig. Turned out a little harder to implement. Ended up with more questions than answers.
Stayed in the Tulip hotel, now has a free wireless LAN. It worked the first day but failed in all the subsequent days.
Tuesday night went to Edinburgh, very hot in Edinburgh. Train getting there was delayed by an hour. Although Gateshead was cloudless, and Edinburgh was cloudless a section of line in between was drenched with a thunder storm knocking out the power, signals and phones. The driver had to use his mobile phone at each red signal to ask for permission to go forward.
Return trip was not a problem. Lovely quick trip back.
I was sad, used my portable plugged into the mains supply on the train to finish some Saudia documents I had been working on.
Wednesday and Thursday I had the company of Tessa in the Tulip. She was up from Aylesbury learning some e5 stuff.
Drove over to Richard Gleed’s in Essex (Cambridge 1972) to meet Simon Potter and Jon Lewis. Jon was back from South Africa for a UK holiday.
Had a lovely day, nice lunch and walk around the garden of Hugh Johnson the wine critic. His garden, with a beautiful arboretum backs onto Chris Bolts house.
We also visited a couple of churches, so cool in the exceptionally warm weather we had that weekend.
Well at least almost the correct day, one day early. We went to the Plough and Anchor for a meal. Very good meal. Lashed out on a bottle of Champagne, which I ordered while Rosemary was otherwise engaged.
Rosemary thought the restaurant owner was very rude opening the bottle of Veuve ClicQuot for another table at the spare setting on our table. That was until he poured the glasses and handed Rosemary her glass.
As I thought, I did not get upgraded to business class. The two big wigs did, but we three oily rags were consigned to cattle class. At least we had 5 seats between the 3 of us. Missed eating the supper, was rather too full from ostrich.
Arrived at Heathrow on time at 6.35 AM. Had a reasonable amount of sleep on the plane, I do love night flights, no wasted time in your life. Heathrow immigration area was mobbed with all the early morning flights coming in. It even took us European Union entrants 30 minutes to get through passport control. Then the wait for the luggage and then the bus.
In all it took 80 minutes from the plane landing to me getting to my car. Not really a good travel experience.
Back home to dump the luggage and then into work.
Another set of meetings today. Seemed to go well, but does require us to do lots of work when we get home.
Had supper at the hotel, it was an all you can eat meat place. Ate 10 different meats in all, beef, lamp, chicken, ostrich, quail. The only missing meat was the pork.
Chaos on the roads getting to the terminal, we did set out early in the hope of securing upgrades and also to make sure we were not bumped of the flight. Don’t think we have the upgrades though. The security is very painstakinging. Ended up having to take my belt off. Then my hand luggage was searched, had to power on my PC and sign on. Getting worried they might want me to open up my emails or something.
Still a wait before take off, flight leaves at 1.55 am. No airport restictions here.
Talking about security, very noticeable how concrete blocks are in the road around sensitive areas and hotels.
Had an ordinary flight to Jeddah, arriving at 4.00 am in the morning. Booked into the hotel for a couple of hours sleep. Already nice and warm outside.
Hotel right on the beach, don’t though expect to be getting much swimming this time.
Travelled down to Brighton on Thursday for the PSD all hands day where we were staying in The Old Ship on the sea front. Rosemary came with me and was sneaked into the hotel. No sea view from our room!
In the evening, while Rosemary went out for a curry (the hotel refused to serve her supper), the rest of us were wined, dined and entertained. Actually the hotel food was not really very good, but the wine and beer flowed.