The adventure begins....

After finishing college, and attempting to clear out my London room- I went up to Grantham to pack, and for a farewell tea-party with Matt's family on Friday evening - Susan baked me a delicious chocolate cake with the NZ map on it. Left Grantham in plenty of time to get to Heathrow, but due to the joys of motoway traffic I ended up being about the last person to check-in. This didn't make me particularly popular with the terminal staff, and they had a few objections about my luggage. Thankfully, due to rather skilled negotiating by Matt, and some hurried repacking, and gaffa-taping of paddles to kayak they eventually let me check in. Had to run for the gate (little did I know that this was the start of a trend....)