View from my room. |
When it comes to travelling on a plane I struggle with anything other than First class. I know that I'm a snob but there is so many common people around, one has enough problems to deal with than to listen to some scrubber going on about her 7 children and how proud she is of her Jimmy who has stayed out of prison long enough to see his 3rd child born and to celebrate his 16th birthday.
My eyes widened when I saw the aircraft we would be travelling in. A Trilander, which seats 16 and that includes the pilot. First we had to wait to be called, Fat people at the front next to the pilot and to my relief Yvonne and I were at the back being so slim. No room on this aircraft for a trolley dolly and I do find it uneasy to be able to see the captain, but still he had a pleasant voice so if the last words I ever heard were "Brace Brace" then I would be at ease bobbing up and down in the water blowing on my whistle. The journey only took 15 minutes and I did not have time to flick through the on board magazine and before I knew it we were going down quicker than a reality television star on a footballer.
All I can say about the airport is it is so back in the 1950's. We both minced out of the airport to be met by this dishy Taxi driver waiting to pick us up and we were whisked off to the Hotel. Alderney is not that big an island so before I could turn my mobile back on we were there.
The hotel is Beautiful and in a stunning location right on the sea front. You can walk from the terrace straight onto the beach. Every member of staff had large smiles on their faces and we were given our keys and off we marched to our bedrooms. Yvonne was in room 21 and she gave me room 24. Wow what a room. Two windows overlooking the beach and a four poster bed. Why is it that when you get a room you can have fun in your alone? Posts on a four poster bed are meant to be used not to look at. Note to self must bring husband back for a couple of days. Not to look around the island but to use the bed.
The evening was wonderful, drinks in the pub next door then off just around the corner to a fab restaurant which again was from the 50's and a wonderful camp old girl in her 80's who you know would be game for anything. I fell in love with her straight away when she proceeded to tell us that there were children down stairs and she hated children. A Lady after my own heart. If I had my way any woman who got pregnant should be sent to Australia and the child could only return once they had reached 18 and only if they were good looking.
The love bed |
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