Wurzel Gummidge

Just enjoying a coffee and relaxing before my shuttle collects me at 2.00pm.

Auckland International Airport is still saying that passengers on flights through Heathrow must not carry gels, lotions or liquids of any kind. I keep joking to friends that with no cleanser, hand cream or water bottles to comfort me during the journey, I will look like Wurzel Gummidge at the end of it.

Just as well my first stay is in the West Country so my Wurzel accent won't be out of place.

Last pats for Stan the orange moggy, final sniffs of fresh New Zealand air and the luxury of swinging that proverbial cat (not Stan) around this sparsely populated Aotearoa of ours, and I'm off!

Next post: when Wurzel's eyes are open again and not bloodshot.