It took us some considerable time to get away from the gate. OCS, the company who are supposed to assist passengers with disabilities were less than helpful ... I had some hand luggage so could not self propel my wheelchair the distance involved to get to the baggage hall. Tey knew this, but it took an hour to get someone to help push! It was bad enough for me, but a dog coming on a transatlantic flight deserves early opportunities to clear the airport. Not to mention the two occasions when the "pusher" wasn't looking where he was going and steered my wheelchair right into Caesars' heels.
Just over three weeks, eight thousand miles and the most inconsiderate person we encoutered waas right there at Heathrow!
As if that wasn't bad enough there was pandemonium in the luggage hall, resulting in us making a complaint to BA about the man charged with helping us. Thankfully, another, very kind airport employee (employed by BAA) came to our aid and resuced us, escorted us through customs and to our awaiting car, thank you sir, you're a gent! Karen was then able to nip Caesar to the nearest grass to spend. He came back with a real spring in his step!
We were driven home by our friend and fellow geocacher, Trisha, only stopping at Winchester to grab some hot chocolate and of course a geocache!
The days that followed have involved sleep, sleep and even more sleep ... for all three of us! We've been relaxing and catching up with ourselves with frequent walks on the heath for Caesar. There's nothing quite like home, as far as he is concerned probably the worst thing about America is the leash laws ... oh so restrictive.


