I was born in an age when travel still had mystery and magic, whether it be being hauled by a steam engine into majestic Snow Hill Station or, and I had to wait until I was 26, my first flight in an 'airliner', a typical experince for someone born at the end of the Second World War I sould suggest.
Indeed my first flight to Faro from Elmdon in a Comet was a truly memorable experience - and I dare say for the rest of those on board all in their neat 'Sunday best'.
Sadly, travel has been dumbed down, largely I think by the emergence of the lo-cos which can get us to Palma cheaper than we can get to Skegness. We live in an age where children as young as 10 may have already flown abroad five or six times.
There is neither mystery nor magic in travel now, for perhaps the majority it is just like catching the 'No 45' - and they dress and act accordingly whether it be at EMA or BHX.
It is a sad fact of life I am afraid - and it will not change!
