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| Me, Jan, Julie, Bob say farewell to Le Marche |
We set off in plenty of time for the airport at Ancona and have a smooth trip, apart from the usual Italian drivers hooning along at great speed. Plus at one point near the place we were staying I see a long black shape wriggling across the road – another snake! This one was about a metre long and going at a fast pace to avoid the traffic. We see lots of posters for the next polenta festival. I find it hard to imagine people getting excited about polenta, but Tony reckons it is a big deal with giant polenta making and polenta eating contests. They also have a potato festival round here, non-stop excitement. At Ancona airport we queue and queue for Ryanair check-in and queue for the security check and queue for boarding checks and queue until they open the doors and we rush across the tarmac to the Boeing 737 to grab some seats. English weather is a shock – a cool breeze blows straight up the legs of my shorts as I walk down the aircraft steps to the tarmac at Stansted. Brrr! But it is a lovely summer day in England – we enjoy the sunlit scenery after we collect the hire car and head north for Northamptonshire. We pass Duxford aerodrome on the way and see a Catalina flying boat swooping low over the field – there is an airshow under way. Home to Jan’s mum’s place at Higham Ferrers and collapse for a while.
