Westgate, Kent, England
We arrived by plane at Heathrow Airport yesterday. D.A. picked us up and took us back to Westgate. I was asleep before we were even out of the airport area! I tried to sleep on the plane but wasn't very successful. It seems that a spy-movie plot seeped into my dreams. When my friend D. tried to wake me up for "supper" in the wee hours of the morning, I rather loudly told her to "Be quiet! They'll hear you and know where we are." I was certain we were hiding on a below street-level staircase, observing the bad guys. So, after that narrow escape, ha!, I did not sleep on the plane.
D.A. stopped at a pub en-route from Heathrow to Westgate so we could have a snack. D. and I ordered jacket potatoes (baked potatoes in the U.S.A.). After that, we drove on to Westgate and met D.A.'s wife S.