Neither Gothic nor strictly Greek Revival
We are heading towards an airport. As confessed before, I haven’t flown enough still not to be excited by it. I was very excited for my first flight and it never has gone away. Picture the scene. Luton Airport - gateway to paradise, or Harpenden. We had visited Luton Hoo ‘ to quote wiki, ‘ neither Gothic nor strictly Greek Revival, ‘ and then neared the airport by way of reconnaissance. It was 1972. We were off to Switzerland. Why Switzerland and not Malaga I hear you ask? Well…. Mum had got tuberculosis in the late 40s. Having had a large amount of lung removed and in the pre-Clean Air Act East London, she was told she had to go to Switzerland for six months to recover. This was not something that granddad, a carpenter on the LNER, could afford. Thanks to the kindness of a neighbour she went for six weeks. This I found out years later. As for my first journey. I got on the plane - a late flight - and fell a...