This has been a long day of many miles and much anticipation and excitement.
About seven years ago, a New York trip was on the cards for my fortieth, considered a year out from that occasion.
I am eternally glad I did not go then, but I am pleased I am doing so now, at 46, and writing this first account of it whilst coming into JFK (we are about an hour out, at 36,000 feet and somewhere over Caraquet, Canada).
We started our day in Bath (4983 km away, says the map) and the different modes of travel have been taxi, train, coach transfer, walk, walk, walk, lift, escalator, automated train, mobile steps, 747, upgrades! Yes indeed, an hour in, we were invited to fully flat recline seats and all the delight of Business Class on British Airways.
New York is an hour ahead as I write , although five hours behind on our internal clock, so a long day indeed. A cab ride beckons from JFK to West 49th St and our apartments, and then the effort to go to bed after another hour so that we fold into local time accordingly!
Pictures for this post are all the transport excitement encountered and the general fun of a day crossing the Atlantic (which I still can't quite believe we have done!)
I have to say it is a bit swanky in Business class, with tea in a china mug; scones, cream and jam; and more leg room than a man of six feet four could possibly need.
New York stories, day one. Getting there.
