Crossing the UK border is an unpleasant affair.
This time I had the displeasure of being abused by a sad little man who was enjoying the power trip of being an immigration officer. Clearly something about me or my recent travels is pure evil, probably from Mordor. He seemed to have a problem that I was coming to the UK for three weeks at this time of year. Why would anyone come here for three weeks when it is horrible and cold? I was surprised that with that attitude they hadn’t just closed the border completely for the winter.