... the holiday season that is.
Not that I don't like being on holiday, far from it, but during the summer period, airports are sheer misery. In fact I never fly for holidays. For those of us that use aeroplanes like others use buses or trains for their commute, one develops strategies, timings and ways to deal with the everyday getting to and fro from someplace. Then all of a sudden our well-worked-out routines become inteferred with by a sudden influx of bodies aimlessly getting in your way and generally clogging the place up! The cheek of it!
For 9 months of the year places like Heathrow in particular and most other major euro-hubs are kept alive but us humble business types trying to get from A to B. We know where we're going, we know the drill at security, where the essentials airside are and if we have to shop we know exactly where and when. We know how to board a plain effeciently, that we all have a seat and how our bags fit the storage for maximum utilisation. Standards of dress are reasonable if boring.
Then, the summer season starts and wham, queues grow exponentially, security takes much much longer, all routes airside are full of ambling shoppers like randomly moving chicanes, getting to the gate is like negotiating Bluewater shopping centre on sale day, boarding becomes a scrum, and overhead locker organisation frankly goes to pot. Furthermore there's rather a lot of inappropropriate flesh on display which can put one off ones Pret-a-manger pain au raisin and double espresso. There's a peculiar look that a Brit seems to don for 'going away' and it's generally not a good one.
Thank god the kids are going back to school ;-)