Could you put in a good word and get them to fly from Moncton?

Koma flúga með okkur til Englands BristolUK við myndum elska að pamper þér


UPS fly from Moncton via Keflavik/ Reykjavik but you might need to hide in a large cardboard box wrapped in bubble wrap- legroom isn't great

I can see the window of my old dorm in that picture of Salisbury! I went to the Cathedral School in the grounds of the cathedral (sort of bottom right of that picture - was the Bishop's Palace back in the day).

Bubble-wrap....well at least that would keep my mind off the cramped space. But I'd have to leave some bubbles unpopped for padding.

I don't miss people or foods but when I watch a good BBC drama and see the countryside I do have the occasional yearning.
Then again I miss France at times too as that's where I grew up.
I think it's more nostalgia than homesickness.

I think you are spot on here. I miss the countryside and places of my childhood, I miss my grandmother, I miss being that child at that time.
Just because from Google maps it looks the same doesnt mean that it is.
My cousin informed me that it isa grey wet mess there right now and wasnt somewhere I would enjoy a walk right now. His down to earth response on my rose coloured view was helpful.

Of course it's nostalgia. It wears off. I used to get a bit nostalgic about Brighton. Just remembering the good bits, obviously.

I don't belong there anymore and now have no reason to go there. I'd be a complete stranger if I did. Same with London.

London intimidates me.

Oddly, I'm less intimidated now during frequent travel to London from 2300 miles away than when I used to occasionally travel in from deepest Essexshire 20 years ago. It's busy, sure, and dirty, sure, & yes I'm not commuting by train/tube generally, but I don't find it intimidating generally.

Motorway service stations on the other hand....I find pretty intolerable these days. The air of barely suppressed rage from everyone there & the general squalor is horrible.

The rage bit is what gets me most. Even looking at someone seems to amount to an invitation for a fight.

Yeah dont miss that at all. Its the same outside British nightclubs and pubs I found.... look at someone in the perceived wrong way and the shit hits the fan. Thats all saying they can focus enough on you to notice or they are not splayed face down outside the kebab shop

I think that's called culture, you're probably not used to it anymore.

For oxygen.

Not sure I was ever used to it. I'm a gentle soul.

Good point. With the occasional ones filled with Helium for laughs.

Souvy, you're the person who keeps following around I think? You spent some time in Reims? Do you miss France at all?