The flight to London wasn't full. Out of 180 seats 50 or so were taken.
When we landed all 50 or so passengers were crammed cheek by jowl into a bus that would have held 30 comfortably. So much for social distancing. I asked the driver if there was a second bus coming but he looked at me silently in that way that employees of large corporations do when faced with ' The complaining type' . Until this moment I'd felt safe in a socially distant way. It's hard to be socially distant in a swaying, crowded bus.
There has been heavy rain in London. The facade of the Georgian town house next to the dentist has collapsed. A large crane and a even larger group of builders indicate that remedial action of a vigorous variety is underway to repair the damage. In London mask wearing seems to have come to a sudden and complete end.
Back at Heathrow after seeing the dentists it seems that the whole of America is on the move. The over night flights from Dallas, Miami and JFK all connecting to their onward destinations. Angus thinks it a little odd that Europeans still can't get to the US to see friends and family.
Halloween making an early appearance in the airport store fronts. 'Eat, drink and be scared' the logo in the shop windows. When did Halloween become such a big thing ? The old Scottish dunking for apples in a bucket of water seems to have given way to something altogether more commercial and less innocent.
In a trendy store window a tartan suit. Angus views this with deep suspicion and wonders who, and in what circumstances, anyone might wear this ? Another sign I've turned into my father.
Thunderstorms everywhere which makes both flights 'eventful '. British Airways pilots have a way of cheerfully describing turbulence as ' We may have a few lumps and bumps en route so please keep your seat belts fastened ' .