In 2016, I was starting to get annoyed about going away (even though I had, had a Stroke)  I had always travelled :- Kenya, Egypt, Margarita, Florida, Goa etc etc I felt that I needed to go way but maybe not quite as far ‘at the moment’

Two years ago I went to Sicily for the 2nd time and in a way I could tell how what would work in the hotel and what needed adjusting.  And it seemed the easiest place to go back to.

I had always marched through the airport wherever I was going…..Now I had the term of a ‘Disabled Person’ and I will tell you something, I didn’t like it at all.  When I learned to drive again, I found it that I could have my freedom back.  But this was a kind of a bit weird, I seemed to be going backwards again….

We arrived at Gatwick and went to the Disabled Reception. I sat down in a wheelchair and we went to the checkin (up in a lift etc)  Then we put checked our luggage in, went through passport control, where the lady left us until the plane was ready for boarding.

Then we got put in an electric buggy and then taken to the gate where there was a lift to take us up to the plane and then we stepped on board. I had the end seat near the front  and everybody was really nice.

When we landed again I stepped of and sat down in the wheelchair and the lift came down to the ground. Again the man took us through passport and collected our luggage and took us outside for a taxi.  Everyone made everything really nice.