Crete or Bust: A tale of delays, diverts, and damn good tomatoes
4am. Handcross. Dark. Quiet. The kind of quiet that hums in your ears and makes your thoughts louder than they should be. But there’s something romantic about starting a journey before the world wakes up — like you’re stealing a march on life. The ride to the airport? Smooth. Suspiciously smooth. No traffic. No fuss….