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It took us twenty-five hours door to door to return from Chile; we are now finally home – tired and mostly unpacked. The journey was ok, both Santiago and Manchester airports were a bit of a shambles but the flights were good. I was most impressed with the new long-range 787; a fourteen-hour flight passed as well as could be expected. Watching an exceptional movie, Three Billboard outside of Ebbing, Missouri, helped this. I think it is the best film I have seen since Manchester by the Sea. Some really great performances.

It was a little bit of a shock when the Captain said that he expected snow in London, fortunately it did not materialise. The cold here is though a shock to the system after 31 degrees in Santiago.

What was strange was that our umbilical chord with the Seabourn Quest did not end until the UK border at Heathrow as we said goodbye to the last of our fellow passengers, indeed Tim Rice had been Marion’s constant companion ever since we first left Heathrow almost four weeks ago.

I will write a more considered piece regarding our holiday later in the week when I am not so tired and have had time to reflect.