Day One - What a day!

You will be pleased to know that my trip began in the wee-hours of the morning with a direct train from Wigan to Heathrow, an uneventful journey which pales into insignificance with the remainder of the journey.  Arriving at London Euston, as Mr. Bingley says....a proper train station, the little chap from the north suddenly felt considerably smaller than his diminuitive stature suggests!  To be greeted with the news that, and I quote, "The majority of the underground network has been closed for the weekend"...uncultured panic quickly developed.  Luckily a quick slap to the face from one of the many rude locals, accidental of course, brought Mr. Whiting back round and he was able to find the Piccadilly line bridging the gaps and capable of taking me directly to Heathrow on a 1 hour trip via the back-of-beyond!
 
At Heathrow Terminal 3, I was swiftly attracted to the calibre of passenger on our flight...none other than the England Fencing Squad, flying to Jo'burg for a training camp, the England Flat-green Bowls Team (the youngest member of who was Sandy Hazell, photo below, she is at least 40 years older than me!) and the Malaysian Football Team.....and of course ME!!!  A very diverse range of sporting heroe's from generations past, present and future.