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...

My latest flight was to Lisbon, the Portuguese capital and veritably a fabulous city. It was a notable flight: it may have been the first one I’...

Everybody knows that bigger isn’t always better and I think airports are often a good example of that. Things change but it assuredly ain’...

Bilbao Airport, just inland from the Basque capital city and located at Sondica, used to be, frankly, an ugly place. But, hey, it’s an airport. ...

I am generally not a nervous passenger when it comes to flying, in part no doubt because other than some hefty turbulence, luckily not a lot unsettlin...

Robert Louis Stevenson famously opined that “to travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive”. The emphasis of the sentiment, of cour...

Martin Samuel, writing in the Daily Mail this September about some terrible train conditions and connections (or lack of) during the recent Rugby Wor...