And I really, really, really hate when a plane goes to all to hell. After cooling our heels in London for six days Cory and I found ourselves as passengers instead of pilots crossing the Atlantic. The Baron’s owner couldn’t get the bank, the inspector and various other piece’s of the puzzle to come together and allow us to start flying back to the US. With next Monday being the earliest we could expect everything to be sorted out, and no guarantee even then, Cory and the owner decided that it would be cheaper to fly us home rather than continue to pay us and put us up for a week or more, England is EXPENSIVE! So instead of having a north Atlantic crossing to post about I got nothing. Hopefully we’re back in jolly old England next week and we can get the show on the road.
