After a decent flight from Tampa to Pittsburgh (empty so row per person), I landed and had a fairly short journey to my hotel which was sandwiched between the Baseball and American Football stadiums. I had arrived pretty late and it was starting to snow, so I didn’t venture too

For some reason, the day I left for Heathrow I had an attack of nerves about the trip.  I think it was probably a mixture of not having much time to pack and the realisation that the maps I’d been screen-shooting would mean nothing out there because I cannot read the street sign