Ireland and England Trip - Day 11 of 11
Sep. 2nd, 2025 11:59 pmTUESDAY
Gary was up briefly about an hour before our 4:45 alarm. We showered, dressed, and finished packing our main bags in time for breakfast at six. After breakfast we returned to the room one last time to complete packing and check out the news.
We left the room about quarter to eight, checked out of the hotel and walked (like salmon swimming upstream against the arriving commuter foot traffic) to Piccadilly Station over the footbridge, arriving at eight. Gary booked us on the 8:29 TransPennine Express train to the airport. There were few passengers in our car of the train, so there was plenty of room in the baggage rack. It was a quick trip, less than 15 minutes.
When we arrived at the airport, we ascended a series of lifts to an overhead walkway from Terminal 2 to Terminal 1, then descended to ground level to walk outside to Terminal 3, and ascended yet another lift to the departure level. In one of the lifts I overheard a gentleman inform his wife that he'd forgotten his shaver; she said he'd have to use hers then, and they bantered a bit about Brazilian waxing and such. When we arrived at the BA check-in counter, we found it didn't open till 2 hours before departure, so we'd have to wait about an hour and a half. Fortunately, there was a small waiting room for the purpose. A large queue had built up before the check-in counter opened; we chose to wait until the queue began to move before joining in. There was a lot of stopping and starting. While we waited, an agent came around to ensure only the passengers on our flight were checking in, as the 2 PM flight would not be checking in for another two hours. Security was rather of a mess because the flow of bins back to the entrance was interrupted and they held back one of Gary's bags, but eventually we got recombobulated and walked over to the gate.
We boarded the aircraft to London from both ends; since our seats were closer to the aft end, we were directed downstairs instead of the jet bridge, and boarded up a set of portable stairs. Gary assisted the flight attendant with a frail older lady who tripped on the threshold of the aircraft which was rather of a high step up from the boarding stairs. After the (admittedly cute) young dude seated in Gary's seat found the correct row, we took our seats. I had to readjust when the leaner fellow in the aisle seat arrived as I hadn't gotten my bags in order. Gary was feeling grumpy and stressed out, so I pointed out the cute ground crewman with the olive complexion and dark goatee working behind the wing. The flight time was under an hour, so there wasn't time for the crew to collect the trash after our service of water and biscuits.
Because our first flight was domestic, we did not have to go through security nor passport control, only a scan of our onward boarding pass. We diverted briefly to the toilets before scanning in and ascending to the terminal. We stopped at Pret a Manger for lunch of a sandwich and fruit salad each. Once we'd finished lunch, we moved to the general waiting area for the two hours until our outbound gate assignment was to be announced. Directly across from us was a very nice-looking dude with dark, curly hair shorn closely on the sides, a thick chin beard, and a bandaged right wrist with buddy-taped small fingers. I returned to Pret for a bottle of water with lemon and ginger. On the way back I spotted a cute cub with one bare foot up on his knee and wearing a flip-flop on the other foot with its twin on the floor beside it. When we learned that our gate was in the B concourse of Terminal 5, we traveled at a deliberate pace to the underground transit station and waited for a security inspection to complete before the doors opened for us to board. We took the train one stop, then ascended to the B concourse. We weren't there that long before our boarding group was called.
Gary had to stop suddenly and produce his passport and boarding pass, so he suggested I go ahead and meet him aboard the plane. This worked out well as it gave me time to get settled into my seat (in the window for a change). I did notice a hot bear in a Harley-Davidson sweatshirt across the aisle a few rows forward. The young lady in the aisle seat spotted a pair of unoccupied seats after the boarding door had closed and relocated to one of them before takeoff, which allowed Gary to move to the vacant aisle seat once we had reached cruising altitude. Dinner was served early in the flight, consisting of chicken tikka masala, fresh pea salad, a buttered roll, cheese and crackers, and a dessert parfait. During and after dinner I played Bejeweled on the touchscreen. About halfway into the flight I put on the map and noticed we were just over Nunavut, Canada. I kept the map on while I finished reading Rob's book You Look Lost, Pup and worked on my journal.
When we landed at Sea-Tac, we had to wait on the taxiway for another plane to leave our assigned gate. It was a long trek to the customs station over the new skybridge, and our bags took a bit to arrive on the carousel, but passport control itself was quite quick and pleasant, especially with two bearish officers. 🐻 After clearing customs, we stayed on the baggage claim level as long as possible before ascending to Skybridge 6. On the way to the light-rail station, we ended up following a couple where the husband was outpacing his wife; I said nothing, but quietly followed her and maintained the same slow pace. On the train, a little girl in her mother's lap kept trying to press the emergency intercom button. Her mom and dad switched seats to solve the problem.
At Lynnwood Station, we caught a Lyft with George in a Toyota Highlander with plenty of room for our bags. We got home at 10 pm and immediately fell asleep in our recliners. I woke up about midnight to finish preparing for bed. We were back to sleep by one.
Gary was up briefly about an hour before our 4:45 alarm. We showered, dressed, and finished packing our main bags in time for breakfast at six. After breakfast we returned to the room one last time to complete packing and check out the news.
We left the room about quarter to eight, checked out of the hotel and walked (like salmon swimming upstream against the arriving commuter foot traffic) to Piccadilly Station over the footbridge, arriving at eight. Gary booked us on the 8:29 TransPennine Express train to the airport. There were few passengers in our car of the train, so there was plenty of room in the baggage rack. It was a quick trip, less than 15 minutes.
When we arrived at the airport, we ascended a series of lifts to an overhead walkway from Terminal 2 to Terminal 1, then descended to ground level to walk outside to Terminal 3, and ascended yet another lift to the departure level. In one of the lifts I overheard a gentleman inform his wife that he'd forgotten his shaver; she said he'd have to use hers then, and they bantered a bit about Brazilian waxing and such. When we arrived at the BA check-in counter, we found it didn't open till 2 hours before departure, so we'd have to wait about an hour and a half. Fortunately, there was a small waiting room for the purpose. A large queue had built up before the check-in counter opened; we chose to wait until the queue began to move before joining in. There was a lot of stopping and starting. While we waited, an agent came around to ensure only the passengers on our flight were checking in, as the 2 PM flight would not be checking in for another two hours. Security was rather of a mess because the flow of bins back to the entrance was interrupted and they held back one of Gary's bags, but eventually we got recombobulated and walked over to the gate.
We boarded the aircraft to London from both ends; since our seats were closer to the aft end, we were directed downstairs instead of the jet bridge, and boarded up a set of portable stairs. Gary assisted the flight attendant with a frail older lady who tripped on the threshold of the aircraft which was rather of a high step up from the boarding stairs. After the (admittedly cute) young dude seated in Gary's seat found the correct row, we took our seats. I had to readjust when the leaner fellow in the aisle seat arrived as I hadn't gotten my bags in order. Gary was feeling grumpy and stressed out, so I pointed out the cute ground crewman with the olive complexion and dark goatee working behind the wing. The flight time was under an hour, so there wasn't time for the crew to collect the trash after our service of water and biscuits.
Because our first flight was domestic, we did not have to go through security nor passport control, only a scan of our onward boarding pass. We diverted briefly to the toilets before scanning in and ascending to the terminal. We stopped at Pret a Manger for lunch of a sandwich and fruit salad each. Once we'd finished lunch, we moved to the general waiting area for the two hours until our outbound gate assignment was to be announced. Directly across from us was a very nice-looking dude with dark, curly hair shorn closely on the sides, a thick chin beard, and a bandaged right wrist with buddy-taped small fingers. I returned to Pret for a bottle of water with lemon and ginger. On the way back I spotted a cute cub with one bare foot up on his knee and wearing a flip-flop on the other foot with its twin on the floor beside it. When we learned that our gate was in the B concourse of Terminal 5, we traveled at a deliberate pace to the underground transit station and waited for a security inspection to complete before the doors opened for us to board. We took the train one stop, then ascended to the B concourse. We weren't there that long before our boarding group was called.
Gary had to stop suddenly and produce his passport and boarding pass, so he suggested I go ahead and meet him aboard the plane. This worked out well as it gave me time to get settled into my seat (in the window for a change). I did notice a hot bear in a Harley-Davidson sweatshirt across the aisle a few rows forward. The young lady in the aisle seat spotted a pair of unoccupied seats after the boarding door had closed and relocated to one of them before takeoff, which allowed Gary to move to the vacant aisle seat once we had reached cruising altitude. Dinner was served early in the flight, consisting of chicken tikka masala, fresh pea salad, a buttered roll, cheese and crackers, and a dessert parfait. During and after dinner I played Bejeweled on the touchscreen. About halfway into the flight I put on the map and noticed we were just over Nunavut, Canada. I kept the map on while I finished reading Rob's book You Look Lost, Pup and worked on my journal.
When we landed at Sea-Tac, we had to wait on the taxiway for another plane to leave our assigned gate. It was a long trek to the customs station over the new skybridge, and our bags took a bit to arrive on the carousel, but passport control itself was quite quick and pleasant, especially with two bearish officers. 🐻 After clearing customs, we stayed on the baggage claim level as long as possible before ascending to Skybridge 6. On the way to the light-rail station, we ended up following a couple where the husband was outpacing his wife; I said nothing, but quietly followed her and maintained the same slow pace. On the train, a little girl in her mother's lap kept trying to press the emergency intercom button. Her mom and dad switched seats to solve the problem.
At Lynnwood Station, we caught a Lyft with George in a Toyota Highlander with plenty of room for our bags. We got home at 10 pm and immediately fell asleep in our recliners. I woke up about midnight to finish preparing for bed. We were back to sleep by one.