Eric on the Constellation

It was May and I was sitting in Heathrow eating a decent fry-up and drinking as many cups of coffee as I could manage. I managed about three. Luckily it was coffee o’clock, which seems to happen to be any time of the day for me. So, high on caffeine the flight to Rome was very pleasant apart from a little turbulence on landing. The next day I would be joining the…