Nothing was open at Heathrow, but we knew this would be the case. We found a small quiet corner in Terminal 3 and attempted to grab what sleep we could. We curled up on the cold granite floor with our bags locked to a metal guide rail. Amazingly we both slept for a few hours despite being cold. As the airport slowly came to life and the noise level increased I surprisingly found it difficult to get up... so this is what it feels like to be a tramp! We eventually ...