Hang out the bunting, put the beers on ice, heralding trumpets step forward...The Kipper and the Crew-Of-Two have finally made it to Gibraltar. Update from The Kipper as of 08:02 this morning reads:
'Arrived Gibraltar! 20 knots at times but smooth passage through the Straits. Unfortunately no photos; it was dark, may have some later of the dawn - now for breakfast.'
Congratulations passed on from The Scribe.
The Kipper has no time to dawdle about drowning in self adulation about finally making it into the Med - he now has a plane to catch so he can be home for the eldest son's birthday this weekend.
He duly arrived at the airport for his flight home and even this proved to be problematic. I don't think there is a career as a tour guide beckoning for The Kipper; it seems that any travel plans he carefully puts in place go completely awry be it by weather or some kind of aviation disruption. At 21:25 hrs a somewhat grumpy Kipper sent the following:
'Arrived Gib Airport by 17:00 went through to the departure lounge ready for my flight at 19:40 hrs. Then told, flight delayed, still here not due to take off till 00:30 and arriving back at Luton at 02:30. Bloody hell, I'm knackered.'
The Scribe sincerely hopes that given the effort to get to this party, it will rival a banquet fit for Her Majesty.
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