Vancouver Baby

Photo © Anne-Marie Minhall

I love airports. 

I'm of an age when a day trip to one was an adventure. Watching those beautiful planes take off contributed to a love of travelling. Where were they flying to? How long would the flight take? What would be served on board? What food would await the passengers at their destination? So many questions, but I was five-years-old.

Heathrow Terminal 3 was my departure point for Vancouver. There's no place like Heathrow, the sheer enormity of this stretch of London is astounding - always.

This trip was a treat beginning with how I was flying to this fantastic city. In short, in style.

The Canadian journey began in a lounge. Actually that should be given a capital 'L'. Fizz on tap, eye-catching surroundings, fizz on tap, tempting dishes, everything you could imagine, chefs cooking to order, waiters, fizz on tap, moreish nibbles & fizz on tap.

The temptation to eat too much was abated because of the curiosity as to what awaited in the restaurant at 30,000 feet. It was a good move. The menus boasted burrata with English peas, lobster tortelloni, Herefordshire beef fillet, stone bass, champ croquettes & even an apricot sponge pudding.

There was a sleep post-meal. 

Nine-and-a-half hours we landed in beautiful Vancouver.

AMM