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THREE TIMES THREE
Recently, Michelle wrote a great post on how to tell a story in three photographs. We loved the idea so much, we used it as the subject of the “threes” photo challenge. Today, we’re going to look at the idea of threes for a third time. (So cubist!) In this week’s writing challenge, you’ll write a post using three photographs for inspiration.
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I am leaving today
I want to be a part of it
New York, New York
Heathrow Airport Terminal 5.
Heathrow Airport terminal 5 departures lounge.
Its my youngest daughters first ever trip to America and her first ever long haul flight and believe me its been a long morning and its only 8.00 am when I take this photograph of one of the planes outside of one the departure lounge windows.
We had stayed in an airport hotel the night before and had dutifully arrived at Heathrow’s terminal 5 at 6.00 am and now we waited with our boarding passes to be allowed to board the plane.
My youngest daughter by this point is driving myself and her sister batty as she is now in full anxiety panic mode and is living in the ladies room or just sat nervously holding back tears and generally making a huge fuss over the ordeal of having to fly across the ocean for 8 hours. By the time this photo was taken I had walked off to stand at the window alone just to take a deep breath and try to not explode at the hysteria now brewing and her older sister getting more and more annoyed that her sibling is spoiling the start of her longed for holiday to her favourite city. I know I sound unkind but seriously a 15 year old moaning constantly for over 2 hours and getting more and more hysterical is enough to try the patience of a saint…add to that another daughter getting madder by the minute and it becomes a very stressful situation for any mother and so I walked off to the nearest window and took the photograph of a plane outside wishing I was on it… Oh the joys of family holidays.
Finally we have been told to make our way to the boarding gate and that turns out to be another adventure as we take a wrong turning and end up going in the wrong direction! Terminal 5 is absolutely massive and the best terminal I have ever been in, its fabulous and you can even be fed by Gordon Ramsey’s chefs..but at this moment in time we have to forget all that and find the gate and its my eldest who is like a walking sat nav who now walks us in the right direction to then find we have to board a small tube like train which will take us deeper into the airport and to our waiting plane.
Finally we get there and see the flight attendants ahead getting ready to allow the passengers to walk through the little corridor and onto the plane.
To our delight we are allowed to take a coffee on board with us from the Starbucks conveniently situated right beside the boarding area and I thankfully clutch a toffee nut latte in my hand and finally collapse with it into my seat upon the plane.
Its turns out to be one of British Airways larger planes and I had pre arranged for 3 seats together with a window seat so that Molly could experience the views etc…bad move people very bad move! she starts to panic again and pulls down the little blind and we haven’t even taxied yet But to be fair her sister persuades her to stay in the window seat and takes her mind off things by playing with the on flight entertainment TV and getting the little blanket and pillows ready and joins me in drinking our Starbucks wishing it was laced with something stronger.
I love flying, I love the excitement and the build up to the holiday and the plane journey is part of that excitement, unfortunately my youngest child does not share my enthusiasm.
Suddenly we have just a few minutes to go and so I then take this photograph to quickly send to their dad and their nan before we have to turn our phones off for the flight. Looking back at it now its hard to imagine the anxiety Molly was going through at this very point.
All aboard British Airways 747
Finally the captain says his little speech and welcomes us aboard and asks us to switch our phones off and to watch the flight attendants do the safety thing..oh dear that makes Molly a bit more breathless.
We start to taxi and my child is by now terrified…the engine quiets for a moment and I tell her to be brave there is nothing to be scared of and to raise her blind and look out of the window to watch us take off and for her to see its all fine and there is no need to worry.
She doesn’t believe me, but she does as I ask.
The engines then reve up and we start to move and the plane quickens and I get all excited and lean towards her and over Shelley to peep out of the window as well because I am a big kid and just love this flying stuff ! I watch molly look out nervously and to her and our surprise we are so quickly and smoothly into the air she starts to finally relax thank god!
A few moments later their headsets are on and the British Airways blankets are on their laps and they are engrossed already into the first of many movies they will watch on what turns out to be a very turbulent, bumpy and extra long flight over to New York. ( it actually takes over 9 hours as we have to circle around a lot as due to the bad weather conditions that have added to the journey time and now we have to wait to land…had we been on a later flight that day we would not have flown out at all as very bad weather hit the UK..we were one of the last flights out that morning)
The flight map is always something to constantly remind you how many more miles and miles of ocean is yet to be crossed, then suddenly you spot Newfoundland and the Gulf of Maine and you know its time to start filling in those green forms they hand out and reapplying your lipstick ready for landing and passport control.
Nearly there courtesy of British Airways and the Flight Map
These 3 photos were all taken in Heathrow and on the plane itself..the flight map was taken with a sneaky snap of my camera.
We finally arrived at Newark Airport and because of the time difference it was still only lunchtime in a very bitterly cold New Jersey but the sun was shining as we landed and my heart filled with excitement once again to be back in the country I love and be heading towards my favourite city and despite all the trauma and panic attacks in London we had now arrived and all was good in our little world.
Our adventure was about to begin.
This is a story told with 3 photographs of a journey from London to America and a welsh girl who along with her 2 daughters lost their hearts once again to the city that never sleeps.
New York New York !