Flying into Heathrow is easier than flying from it, until you to try to escape! The signage shows the mixture of bureaucracy and stupidity that is making all our poor lives harder and grimmer in Britain.

On the plus side there is a small but interesting art gallery and a bar selling handpulled beer street side of the terminal, but there the pleasure ended.

I went looking for my bus. You can see the buses through the windows, but I ended up in the Heathrow Express Railway Station, and had to ask where the hidden door to the magic buses was!

The bus station is a 1960’s nightmare.

The journey was a pain. I used to be a joint bus-rail ticket to my brother’s, but a change in franchise means the bus is now a coach and you have to buy 2 different tickets from different places. The National Express coach which requires you buy a ticket before you board. I already had, but if you haven’t to have to find the tiny notice on the dirty bus stop telling you to go to the ticket office, which will be as easy to find as the door in!

All of this is accepted because everybody who uses Heathrow regularly already knows it; but millions don’t, and no buggar cares. If you are too poor not to have a limo waiting you are not worth caring about.

The coach was then 20 minutes late getting to Woking station, so I had to wait an extra 60 minutes (including delays) at Woking and Guildford.

I got to my brother’s station too late for supper. It took me over 6 hours to get there from Bradford Interchange station. About the same time I would expect to be travelling if I had gone by train; without the hassle of a security check and not being able to carry bottles or tools.

On the other had I could look at the ground or clouds from high up for all of 30 minutes! I might do it again for adventure, but I just wish I didn’t have to go through Heathrow to do it.