The drive to Gatwick is a potentially tedious cross country affair but it didn't seem to matter today even as the March version of sunshine gave way to a more familiar greyness.
Summer Special is, in spite of its name, year round long term parking at Gatwick and curiously described as "close to North Terminal". It is, in the way that the moon is close to the earth. You leave your car in a lane similar to those at Alamo rental return and hand in the keys at reception and then a little later it is parked by an APCOA attendant in whose native country Apcoa probably is a word.
You know what? As I looked back at my car from the shuttle I didn't care. I had a receipt. If they lose it they can get me another.
There was a surprise at the Sofitel - the latest in a long line of identities for Gatwick's North Terminal hotel. We were presented with a dinner voucher which I absolutely was not expecting. There was another surprise later on. The food was not at all bad. I had a salad with grilled haloumi. The kitchen had a chef who evidently though that garlic bread with cheese can also be described as bruschetta.
We had come back through North Terminal after leaving the car. Its population density was similar to that of Montana with fewer survivalists. The yellow shirted elves who are (still) there to remind you that 500ml of mineral water could well be construed as WMD looked quite sad.
It is maybe because the downturn in business at Gatwick is quite so evident that Sofitel are giving away their nevertheless very acceptable food.
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