This is the start of my third travel blog. My destination this afternoon is Heathrow airport, travelling by National Express from Poole. It's actually a relatively pleasant journey to make, not quite so good on the return journey though. I hate that part! I have once again opted for a 4* Mystery hotel and once again the Sherlock in me had deduced correctly that it was to be the Sheraton. 

Elementary my dear Watson!

Well it was a painless journey and we arrived 10 minutes early which allowed me to catch the 16.31 Hoppa to the hotel and here I am in the bar with my first glass of Shiraz and some free Bombay Mix - woohoo!! And ... It's only 17.45. There's a Mackie D's across the road who I may grace with my presence a little later.

No much of interest in the bar apart from an American guy getting his first taste of whitebait and bombay mix. All washed down with a glass of South African shiraz with a Guiness chaser ... Hmm odd mix, wonder if he'll make breakfast?

Managed to get a room on the ground floor, thank goodness, my holdall weighs a ton and not too far from the bar either.

Not a lot going on, so I trotted off across the road for a Chicken Leg End and scoffed it in my room. I'm a bit worried about the weight of my case although Deb has assured me that it's not too heavy. We shall see tomorrow.