So how to approach this mammoth journey? The best way possible, with an early breakfast in Wetherspoons, with caffeine to fortify the spirit. Yes, it was Halifax. And yes it was only 9am. And yes, people were drinking beer! Alas, not us. That would come later in London.
The journey itself turned out to be very painless. Couple of newspapers, a good book to finish, and a few tunes and before we knew it we were in London Victoria, catching the late evening sun with a pint of cold, thirst quenching cider.
Vincent had obviously worked up a thirst, quaffing 3 pints to my solitary one. This could be an interesting night.
The final leg to Stansted seemed the worst in some respects, crawling out of London in the evening commuter trafic. That said, after a short hop on the hotel bus from the airport, and a painless check in, it all became a distant memory as we were tucking into dinner with a few chilled beverages.
Did I say few? Oh yeah, that was me. As for Vincent? Well, lets just say, he likes a drink.
