Airline loyalty cards are handy things. I have a British Airways one, which is sensible enough given that I live in the UK, even though one immediatel...

I flew back into Stansted from Spain last Thursday. The flight was about 90 minutes late getting in. When your flight is scheduled to land at 11 in th...

We got a lucky break flying with British Airways out of Heathrow on Saturday. The flight went on time. By that I don’t just mean that when it sa...

Apologies for the brevity of this blog. I had anticipated making an overseas trip or two since I last posted one on flying but those plans are…w...

I mentioned in a previous ‘flying’ blog about the time I left my seat to go and get a good view of the Matterhorn, the most spectacular pe...

OK, admittedly this isn’t about any flight I have taken – I’m damned sure a Sopwith Camel would be way beyond me: I’m not a pi...

Earlier this week I had breakfast at Heathrow’s Terminal 5 before flying off for a luncheon in Munchen. (Munich to you and me.) And early wa...

Last weekend we flew to Mallorca for a holiday with our two sons and their girlfriends. Separate flights, mind you, which had one very selfish advanta...

The other day I caught an early flight from London City Airport. Very early. Or at least I thought it was very early. On the other hand, there were tw...