Headed for home

Okay. So my final blog of this journey, the one about the return journey from England, is a bit late. But I blame jet-lag.

Our flight was scheduled from Gatwick Airport at 09:10, which translates into quite early in the morning for us...
We estimated for ourself a minimum of time and set the clock to ring at 0600 hours.

We had half an hour to pack up our stuff and get ready to leave. Then half an hour to get our asses from our hostel to Paddington station, and take the Bakerloo line to Victoria Station where the Gatwick Express left about a quarter past seven. Half an hour later we entered Gatwick Airport and immediately found where to check-in, right next to the entrance. From there, everything went mostly smoothly, except that we decided to get ourself some breakfast, which left us with very little to no time at all to find our gate.

We landed pretty accurately three hours after takeoff, after two hours flight-time.
Then I: Came home, by train, to an empty house. Packed out. Checked if the Internet was still there. Packed out a bit more. Checked again that the Internet was really still there. Watched some TV while eating. Checked that nothing serious had happened to or on the Internet while I was away. Went to bed. End of visit. End of holiday. End of summer. End of story.