A long (long) time ago I used to spend frequent times in the Channel Islands. Just after Christmas I was due to fly back to Exeter for a very important family birthday. This involved a simple car journey from Exeter to Norfolk - ok not quite that simple given the west/ east road structures, hence setting out early. A long trip, but generally two straight lines and at a steady pace a 10am flight meant I would make it by 4pm ish.
Fog on the islands meant the 10am flight was delayed. In the end it took off…..fog then at Exeter meant we would have to land at Southampton, then a coach to Exeter. Well we landed at…..Heathrow which meant the tube into London and the train back out from Waterloo to Exeter at about 5pm. I finally picked my car up at Exeter, but it broke down on the A303 near Stonehenge around 11pm. The AA came out, replaced a lead to the battery in the swirling fog, and I’m on my way. No mobile phones then so I find a phone box in a small village to call my hosts but the party is in full swing so they don’t hear the ring.
Finding my way across country from memory was easy enough, (no Sat Nav then) but it’s a long journey and I’m getting very tired, starting to nod off, doing the stretchy faced thing to try to stay awake. I’m not on any motorway and those days no coffee shops or hot drinks at service stations. Somewhere near Wellingborough there is an accident and diversion signs scattered travellers out into the dark country lanes into thickening fog spreading up country. Eventually I’m on my own, no tail lights to follow, trying to gauge where I am. After more than an hour I’ve travelled north towards Rutland Water and now need to travel due east crossing The Fens - and even thicker fog and drainage ditches with no barriers between the road.
About 15 miles from my destination I’m getting too tired, but it’s a case of ”well, im nearly there now, just bash on”. I’m starting to hallucinate, the road is at right angles to the position of the car and it’s just white lines in the lights spinning away. I manage to finally arrive and it’s about 5am and my brother is the last one up, just heading upstairs to bed. I’ve been from Guernsey to Heathrow back to Exeter then a drive across country to near Sandringham taking the best part of a day to do so.
The following Spring I was flying with the same small airline when the cockpit was struck by lightning and it blew one of the window shields half off.