Four itchy feet, 52 boxes and one high-flying puppy...
October 15th 2013 It’s 4.50am. C and I have just woken up. The black night skies are hanging heavy over Gatwick and there’s an early morning chill in the air. Our puppy has been dispatched to the flight cargo centre two hours earlier to prepare for his first trip at 35,000 feet. C dropped him off while I slept through (I really owe him one). I am the first to admit I am not a morning person, as anyone who has e
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