To the UK


Callum is nearly a year, and that means we were overdue to introduce him to the Motherland.

Flights from Edmonton to London have been suspended for the winter, so we had to fly from Calgary. It was either take a bus or catch a flight to even start our trip, and after flying to Mexico we knew we we needed the easiest method. Easiest means being held for the least amount of time for Callum, so we chose the flight.

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The only available flight meant layover in Calgary, 8 hours to be exact, but roaming an airport sounded better than being trapped on a bus.

So we roamed and we played and Callum napped in his stroller.

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We were doing quite well  until our flight to Gatwick was delayed by an hour. It was past bedtime by this point and the stroller had been gate-checked, so we strapped him into the carrier and walked…and walked…and walked. We walked so long I got blisters. But he was content so that was all that mattered.

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Takeoff was hairy. An overtired, overheated baby is never fun. We stripped him down, held him tight, and luckily once he passed out, he slept for 80% of the flight. Having a seat for him did the trick.

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We landed in Gatwick, picked up our luggage and we were off. A late flight meant we had to make up time to catch our train to Wales. From Gatwick by train to Victoria station, from Victoria to Paddington station on the London underground. A dash to switch from the tube to the train and we just made it onto our train to Cardiff. 2 hours later we pulled in. Grandad was awaiting his little man. Another hour and a hlaf drive and we arrived at the Roughley Headquarters.

27 hours later, door to door, we had made it.