British Airways–My New Favorite Airline (not just because it’s British)

So I’m back from England.  With some lovely souvenirs, my research well started, and a cold.

This baby perfectly expresses my feelings about it.  Also, we have the same hairstyle today.   

This baby perfectly expresses my feelings about it.  Also, we have the same hairstyle today.

Image:  Phaitoon / freedigitalphotos.net

Many of my European friends have trouble understanding why Americans don’t travel overseas much.  It’s partly because we have everything we could possibly want to visit right here–oceans, deserts, mountains, forests, you name it.

It’s also because flying overseas is not only expensive, but UNCOMFORTABLE.  And we don’t get the generous time off that Europeans and British people do.  A flight to Europe or the UK takes seven or eight hours.  That’s not counting all the time spent sitting around waiting to board, and flying to a hub because you live in a little tiny place with a little tiny airport.   Just the travel eats up two days of your holiday (there and back again).

Not as comfy as they look.

Not as comfy as they look.

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Oh, sure, if you’re willing to pony up for a business class or first class seat, you could hang out in the lounge, but most of us don’t have the money for that.  Some airlines let you purchase time in a lounge.  That’s nice if you have a long layover, but if it’s under two hours, I’m thinking it’s not worth it.

For this trip, I did some homework (here, and here) and decided to buy a premium economy ticket on British Airways.  I’ve never flown them before, but they appeared on several lists touting how much better foreign airlines’ premium economy is than the US carriers.  As the Asian airlines and Air France tickets were out of my budgeted amount, I decided to go with BA.

They call their premium economy World Traveller Plus, and along with the fancy name, it does not disappoint.  No matter what, flying anything less than First long-haul is going to suck (and I’m just guessing, since that will probably never happen in my lifetime).  But for a bit more money, BA ensures that it will suck a little less.

To start, you get your own cabin. Yes, they separate you from the rest of the economy ticketholders, something that Delta (God love ‘em) does not do.  The last time I flew to London, I paid for an upgrade to Delta’s PE, and it was no better than cattle class.  All I got were four inches of extra legroom, but my neighbor was still in my lap.

A lot like this. 

A lot like this.

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On BA’s WT+ (I’m not typing it six hundred times), the seats are wider.  WIDER.  There are TWO armrests and you are not jockeying for them, unless your neighbor has very fat elbows or is an asshole.

When you get on the plane, you get juice and a newspaper.  A British newspaper, no less.

JUICE.  OMG.  And you have a little drink tray.  No juggling your glass!

JUICE.  OMG.  And you have a little drink tray.  No juggling your glass!

Photo:  Elizabeth West

The British have a fetish for newspapers; they still read the crap out of them–on the airplane, the tube, etc.  I thought that was cute, until the first time I found myself on a train with a low phone battery and nothing to look at but shoes and silly adverts.

Like this one.

Like this one.

Photo:  Elizabeth West

 Then I found myself diving for people’s abandoned copies of the Metro or the Evening Standard, both of which you can get free at almost every station.  Coming back, they gave me a Daily Mail with a huge picture of Princess Charlotte on the cover.  I left it at work for coworkers to gaze at and someone appropriated it.  Fine by me; they stack up.

A hot towel follows the juice; Delta did this too, but that was the ONLY perk in premium economy.

In the seat back, you’ll find a big touchscreen through which you can access tons of shows and movies.  I watched the first episode of Fargo going over, before my Unisom kicked in and I had to pass out for a while.  I was gutted when I couldn’t find it on the way back–I wanted to finish the first season.  So I watched Interstellar instead, and finished Broadchurch.

Pretty sweet.  Though Interstellar would have been better on my 37” widescreen.

Pretty sweet.  Though Interstellar would have been better on my 37” widescreen.

Photo:  Elizabeth West

Note there are two USB ports for charging your phone or tablet.  You can listen to the shows through the lovely noise-cancelling headphones that come in your amenity pack.

Along with a pretty pillow and a shit blanket. 

Along with a pretty pillow and a shit blanket.

Photo:  Elizabeth West

Seriously, they could do better with the blankets.  I had to steal the extra one on the flight over to keep from freezing.  The best use for an airline pillow is in the small of your back–your own neck pillow is probably more comfy for sleeping, and definitely more sanitary.   But these weren’t too bad.

In the amenity kit, they included a small plastic bag containing a sleep mask, earplugs, a pen, a toothbrush and something I suppose was paste, and SOCKS.  Usually you only get socks in fancy class.

Nice, BA.  Nice.

Nice, BA.  Nice.

Photo: Elizabeth West

I already packed all these things on my own, including an inflatable footrest (that saved my back on the Delta flight, where I had a bulkhead seat and couldn’t use my bag as one). But I didn’t need the latter, because the seats have footrests that go up and down.  There’s not much room under them for your stuff, but the overhead bins are more than generous.

Dinner!

You get a menu with a choice of two entrees.  The food comes from the Club World menu, which is BA’s business class.  It’s airplane food–don’t expect a five-star Michelin experience.  However, they do their best to smarten it up with a real cloth napkin and metal cutlery.

The tray folds out from your armrest–it’s quite sturdy, and because the seats are wider, there’s no elbow whacking when you try to eat.  Lovely.

WT+ Supper

A real glass for the wine, too.

 

Photo: Elizabeth West

Going over, I had a pasta thing with artichoke hearts–in the picture–and it was pretty tasty.  Coming back, I chose the British beef.  Not bad, but the potatoes were quite mushy.  Bleah.  No worries; I had no problem with the rest of the meal.  It probably didn’t help that I had lunch at Gordon Ramsay’s Plane Food at Heathrow.

Yum yum.  Every scrap of this was utterly delicious.

Yum yum.  Every scrap of this was utterly delicious.

Photo:  Elizabeth West

No matter how nice everything is, few people can sleep comfortably on a long-haul flight when they can’t lie down.  I’m a side sleeper, which doesn’t help.  The Delta flight, with no room to even turn sideways, was torture.  I prepped for this one by bringing my own mask, earplugs, and a packet of Unisom fast-melt tablets.

Thanks to a cabin that wasn’t completely full, enabling me to move to a nearby empty seat and stretch my legs into my own footrest, an extra blanket and my pashmina for warmth and the Unisom, I was able to get enough sleep to prevent a full zombification upon arrival.

Pretty much me last time.

Pretty much me upon arrival last time.

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The flight attendants on BA were pleasant and helpful.  I would give them all big fat raises–are you listening, executives?  Seriously, FAs don’t make nearly as much as they should, given all they do for passengers.  Like, you know, being trained to save our asses during an emergency and all that.

Overall, I’d rate my experience in World Traveller Plus with a great big fat A minus.  The minus addresses two things:

  • The shit blankets (I don’t expect much from an airline blanket, so perhaps it’s not a fair rating). I’m really glad I took my pashmina because without it, I would have frozen.
  • WT+ gets Club World food, but we’re not allowed to use the Club World loos. No, we had to go back into Economy (World Traveller on BA) and wait in line along with everyone back there.  Since there are so few people in WT+, I see no issue with us using the CW loos, but that’s up to the flight attendants, I suppose.  One side of my cabin had the rope up and the other didn’t.  If CW passengers didn’t mind, I guess they’d let us use it.

All in all, I’d fly this airline again in a hot minute.  In fact, I’m gutted because they have a sale on right now and I have to book by May 14 in order to take advantage of it, and I don’t have the money.  Arggh!

I did join their Executive Club and received 5,000 Avios points.  I could get more if I could get a BA-branded credit card, but since I can’t get a credit card right now, that’s out.  Oh well, I’ll slowly rack up points, because I’m definitely not ever flying an American carrier overseas again, unless I’m in First.  And maybe not even then.

New favorite airline. 

New favorite airline.

Image:  anglotopia.net

Better Late than Never: A-Z Reflection

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I’m home from England now (dammit), so I have a bit of time to do my reflection post.

This A-Z has been difficult.  Not because I have been traveling, or because I worked remotely while traveling, or even because I didn’t plan a strategy as thoroughly as I did last April.

This happened.

This happened.

Yesterday was such a long day.  My plane left at four, and I went back through several time zones and arrived the same evening at ten.  I had time to finish Broadchurch series two and watch Interstellar on the plane and barely made my connection.

And apparently, jet lag from time traveling makes me clumsy.  I decided to go out and get some groceries after arriving home.  I put my foot down wrongly on the Crumbling Albatross’s deteriorating front steps and tumbled down them, landing half on the pavement and half on the lawn.

I’d post a pic of my gory skinned knee, but it’s pretty gross, so here is an adorable kitten instead. 

I’d post a pic of my gory skinned knee, but it’s pretty gross, so here is an adorable kitten instead.

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No, it’s been difficult because I’m not organized overall.  Something tells me that it’s time to fall back and regroup.  However, despite the hapless flapping about, I did have some productive moments the last two weeks.

  • I started to get a good sense of the period by reading old newspapers in the British Library. (Also, I’m chuffed as hell that I have a reader’s pass to one of the largest research libraries in the entire world.  I feel so intellectual, heh heh.)
  • I found a market at St. James’ Church on Piccadilly and bought some old coins that Brit Character might have had in his pocket at the time.
The sixpence always makes me think of Paddington.

The sixpence always makes me think of Paddington.

Image: Peggy Fortnum / paddington.com

  • I got to know London a little better–at one point, I just ended up wandering around an area and realized that I could find my way back if I got lost, because I knew roughly where I was in the first place. Plus, I felt more confident there and had less need to plan out every step of every journey.

I think the recent heartbreak had something to do with the disorganization.  But it has mostly passed (mostly).  It’s time to untangle the knot of information I’ve gleaned and try to make something out of it.

Next year, I’d like to do an A-Z similar to the character one.  I’ll be thinking about it in plenty of time.

Z is for Zapped

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IT’S THE END OF THE CHALLENGE!  And I am completely zapped.  I can’t even believe I finished this time.

Again, this kitty perfectly expresses my feelings. 

Once again, this kitty perfectly expresses my feelings.

I’m back in the British Library, reading more newspapers in the Newsroom.  I’m wearing my scarf around me like a shawl; they won’t let you take coats into the reading rooms, and it’s freezing in here.  In fact, it’s been cold this week, and the bank holiday weekend promises to be even cooler.  I forgot to wear a jumper today, too.

That’s not freezing, but it’s not warm either.

That’s not freezing, but it’s not warm either.

Image:  accuweather.com

I’ll probably bail soon and go visit Word on the Water again.  My time here, though short, has been fruitful–I’ve made enough notes on things I can research elsewhere, and I do need to do some field research, and walk around in actual places.

London Transport Museum might be on the agenda as well.  If not this visit, then perhaps another time.  I have a source, a lovely British gentleman I met online through a photos page on Facebook, who has a keen interest in British transport and is from London originally, about the time I’m researching.

We’re not meeting in person this visit, because he lives too far from here, and I have neither the time nor the money to travel outside the city.  But he’s agreed to answer questions via email.

Once I’ve posted this post and possibly the A-Z Reflection, don’t expect to hear from me until I get back.  I’ll have a review of both legs–overnight and not–of my British Airways flights for you, complete with pictures (!).

See you soon.

Y is for Yearning

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Here’s yesterday’s post–I worked last night, and when I finished, I started to write it but ended up dozing over my computer.

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My time in London is again drawing to a close.  I’m already yearning to return.  I feel as though I can’t see enough of British Character’s world, and I don’t have time to do a full immersion.  Perhaps Fate will be kind to me soon.

Today, I took a giant detour from research and went to Camden Market, which is a huge maze of stalls and sections with every conceivable bit of bric-a-brac, souvenirs, cheap clothing, masses of ethnic foods, and weird stuff you could think of.

Photographs by Elizabeth West unless otherwise specified

Think a giant flea market that has no end. 

Think a giant flea market that has no end.

I bought some scarves, a pair of sunglasses (I left mine at home), and a pretty bracelet with a chant in Nepalese on it from an Indian market that looked like a jewel box.  So many colors and sparkles!  The shopkeeper said they were donating 20% of each sale to earthquake relief in Nepal.  I would have bought the bracelet anyway, but that’s nice.

Mousequerade in Stables Market sells ethically sourced taxidermy mice and bunnies in teapots. They had these charming little guys celebrating the upcoming US boxing match between Floyd Mayweather and Manny Pacquiao.

They were too cute to be creepy.

They were too cute to be creepy.

Much to my chagrin, the food stalls smelled like heaven.  I had stupidly (and yet not) eaten at Poppies of Spitalfields and Camden, a retro 1940s–1950s diner with huge chips and delicious haddock.  I mean snow-white, crispy battered, delicious haddock.  I ate every damn bite, plus a large portion of chips and sticky toffee pudding.  With ice cream.

Go here; your stomach will not regret it.  Your trousers might--plates are huge. 

Go here; your stomach will not regret it.  Your trousers might–plates are huge.

But leave room for the food stalls.  I’d have lunch at the market and dinner at Poppies, if you can manage both in one day.

My English friend who advised me to go to Camden Market got a Facebook post from me, which I closed by saying, “I don’t want to come home.”  And I don’t.  With diversions like these, I will yearn further until I come back.  Hopefully, that will happen soon.

 

X is for Xtraordinary!

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A new trend sweeping soundtrack concerts is to show the film with dialogue and sound effects but no score, and below it, a live orchestra plays the music along with it.  My soundtrack nerd friends and I watched the last reel of E.T The Extraterrestrial this way at the John Williams concert a few years ago, but I’ve never seen a whole film this way.

Until now!

Titanic is one of my favorites, and the concert did not disappoint.  It took place at the Royal Albert Hall, one of London’s most historic (and beautiful) venues.

Photographs and videos in this post by Elizabeth West unless otherwise specified

Here’s the outside.

Albert Hall!

And here’s the inside.

Titanic Live-inside Albert Hall

James Horner, composer of the Titanic score (yes, he wrote the song too), was supposed to conduct, but due to a shoulder injury, he was unable to do so.  Ludwig Wicki (say it like Vicky) took over for him admirably.

Instead of just bailing on the thing, Horner and Titanic producer Jon Landau did a Q&A interview live before the concert, a bit early.  The audience for that was sparse–I suppose most people didn’t check their email, or perhaps they couldn’t get off work in time.  All ticket holders for the event could attend.

Here’s a picture of the panel.  I forget the guy’s name who did the questions, and I didn’t get a souvenir program, dammit.

Titanic Live--interview James Horner and Jon Landau

Then, the film!

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Image:  fanpop.com

Normally, I watch Titanic on the anniversary of the sinking, but I skipped it this year because of the concert.  I know this film and its score by heart.  I know where every crescendo belongs; when I listen to the score, I see the film in my head.

The orchestra followed it perfectly.  They had a singer for the vocal instrumentation (the melody line parts in the score are vocal, in case you didn’t know), along with the Tiffin Boys’ Choir.  At times, I found myself sucked into the film and forgot that I was sitting in a concert hall and that there was a whole orchestra in front of me.

At the end of the interview, Horner dropped a bombshell–there was a very special guest attending the screening.  And he did make an appearance at the end.  Who was it?

JAMES CAMERON!!!

Yes, the director of Titanic!

I dived for my phone and caught a little of his appearance.  You see him with Wicki at first, with Landau in the back, and then that’s Horner he bro-hugs at the end.  I apologize for the poor quality; I didn’t bring my actual camera.

That was a moment, I tell you.

I really enjoyed this show at the Albert Hall.  I would love to go back again.

Here is an interview with James Horner about the concert.  He talks about some of the things he discussed at the venue, and film scoring for Avatar, Avatar II, and in general.

And now it is past midnight and I am going to sleep.  Good night!

W is for Waaaauuughh!

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I am very busy today.  I have a reader pass to the British LIbrary, and I’m sitting here in front of a database/microfilm reader looking at newspapers from London in the 1960s.

There was no W post yesterday because I had to leave very early to get to the Royal Albert Hall for the performance of Titanic Live.  I have pictures to share from that, in a later post.  Oh boy, was that fantastic.

I didn’t get home until after midnight–the tube I needed stopped running at midnight, so I had to bail on everybody, because it takes me about an hour to get from where I’m staying to wherever I want to be.

Reading these articles and scrolling through papers takes a lot of time.

TIP

I recommend that if you do this in your own research, you target it a little better.  I could spend days and days in here, reading all kinds of papers, getting a sense of what people were talking about at the time.  Of course, England (still) is a class-conscious society, so the topics would differ from the conversation of, say, BritCharacter and his contemporaries and BritCharacter’s household help and her cronies.

Oh good heavens, I've no time to discuss the vagaries of the British stock market. I must find an underservant who won't break the china. 

Oh good heavens, I’ve no time to discuss the vagaries of the British stock market. I must find an underservant who won’t break the china.

Image: enchantedserenityperiodfilms.blogspot.co.uk

Back to work!

V is for Vacation

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I got a late start today–seriously, if you want to go anywhere in this city, you really can’t wait until afternoon to move.  Still, I did get one important thing done.

Look familiar? 

Look familiar?

Image:  Jack1956 / Wikimedia Commons

The British Library!  This is the bit at St. Pancras.  I now have a reader pass, so I can access the collections for Secret Book stuff.  I also visited the Treasure Gallery, and I saw:

  • A Gutenberg Bible
  • A bunch of Anthony Trollope’s correspondence and books
  • The first manuscript of Beowulf
  • A music notebook that belonged to Beethoven (!!!)

Huge fan, I am. <3

 Image:  Jaeger, 1818 / Wikimedia Commons

The library has a collection of periodicals, and they indicated I might find useful materials in the Humanities and Newspapers collections as well.  I didn’t have time to do anything today, so I’ll go back early next week and spend a whole day there. (That means the tube at morning and evening rush hour.  Oh, joy.)

My reader pass is good for a whole year, so if I come back before next April, I’m good.

Between this and working remotely (yes, I’m really doing that), I’m not really on vacation, am I?

U is for Uhhhh….

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The letters toward the end of the alphabet  are always the most difficult.  I have nothing for U.  So here are some pictures of pretty flowers.

We went back to Richmond Park, to Isabella Plantation (see autumn pics in this post).  This time, the spring flowers had begun blooming.  The garden is filled with monster rhododendron and azalea plants, as well as narcissus and other things growing here and there.

Photographs by Elizabeth West

But first, some baby stags having bro time under a tree. 

But first, some baby stags having bro time under a tree.

Heather and azaleas are in bloom.  Purple on purple–I wanted to swim in it.

Purple azaleas - heather Isabella

Rhododendrons, towering like the hedges at Manderley.

Rhododendrons red Isabella

FINALLY, I got to see some real English bluebells.  Someday, I’d like to go to the woodlands somewhere and see them growing in a huge carpet.

English bluebells Isabella

And last, a huge profusion of color exploding from a mix of azaleas and rhododendrons.

A riot of flowers Isabella

This is the bit that made me say, “Uhhhh….”

I wish more than ever that I could stay here somehow.

T is for Travel

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A day behind; bear with me.  I’m trying to run around and work remotely at the same time!

Sometimes you have to travel to do research.  Reading about something or someone won’t cut it.  You want to hear sounds, see things for yourself, feel textures, and smell smells.

For example, you can’t describe the poofy marshmallow mountains of clouds until you fly right by them.

For example, you can’t describe the poofy marshmallow mountains of clouds until you fly right by them.

Photo:  Elizabeth West

You might notice I’m back in London.  I’m actually here because of an event my online soundtrack nerd pals and I will attend (more on that in a later post), but since I spent most of my holiday in autumn holidaying, I didn’t get much research done.  So I’m using this time to try and buckle down.

I’m trying to think of places my characters might go, things they might have eaten or drunk, etc., and visit what’s left of them, if possible.  Today, I went to the Museum of London and looked at their exhibit of things from 1950 and beyond.

I did find some things that my character(s) might have touched and worn and used, in addition to learning a bit about the era.  Thanks to a cheap notebook I bought in the gift shop (see, I told you I’m flying by the seat of my pants–how the hell did I get all the way over here without a notebook!?), I managed to jot down quite a few things I can check into further.

After a delicious sandwich at Pret a Manger (they’re everywhere), I walked up the street toward St. Paul Tube station and whoopy, there was St. Paul’s Cathedral.  I have never been to it, so I walked around it in the gardens.

Character 1 might have walked here one day, when contemplating, and looked up to see this.

Update 5/26/15:  I am SUCH a dweeb. I realized just now that I forgot to put this picture in the post.

Update 5/26/15: I am SUCH a dweeb. I realized just now that I forgot to put this picture in the post.

Though I suspect mostly tourists go inside, people do use the lawn and gardens when it’s sunny, as it was today.

It was around four-thirty in the afternoon, and I noticed they had a service scheduled for St. George’s Day, with a choir.  I’ve never been to an Anglican church–I grew up Catholic, so I thought, what the hell?

Look where I sat. 

Look where I sat.

Photo:  Sneaked on smartphone by Elizabeth West

Since my British character would probably have gone to church regularly as a small child, I wanted to see what the service was like.  It’s very similar to a Catholic mass and even has communion.  As St. Paul’s welcomes all baptized members of any denomination up to this ancient ritual, and as I haven’t taken communion in ages, I did.  Exactly the same as a Catholic one.

I even had an idea for a scene I could do later in the book, during one of the angsty parts.  Heh heh.  Thanks, God.  Hope you heard the request I put in with the little Vespers candle.

When I came out, this happened:

Delightful, no?

Then of course, the Picadilly line at peak time. Yes, it really is like a sardine can.  It doesn’t bother me that much, unless the train gets stuck or I’m wearing too many layers of clothing.

If you’re going to travel to do research, I suggest you become more organized than I am before you go.

  • Make lists of all the things you want to know about the place you’re going.
  • Try to choose the top ten and discard the rest, or save it for later.
  • Cull everything that you can research another way–online, at the library, etc.
  • Out of what is left, plan your visits with the time you’ve allotted.

Now it’s time for bed.  We have plans to lunch with a dear friend and visit Isabella Plantation tomorrow–I know I went there last time, but now it’s spring and the azaleas will be in bloom.

Good night!

S is for Sources

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Where do you get the information for your research?  You find sources.  You can read books, talk to people, find articles, etc.  There are two main types, primary and secondary.

A primary source is closest to direct subject knowledge.  For example, historical documents such as letters, official reports, or field notebooks could tell you what kind of activities your Victorian Egyptologist character would have been engaged in.  If your character is a police detective, you could talk to one about interviewing techniques, like I did for Rose’s Hostage.

Or, let’s say you’re writing a story about Neanderthals.  Our ancient relatives were experts in the art of flint knapping, so to authenticate your story, you want to learn more about how they made spear points, axes, etc.  Since there aren’t any Neanderthals around anymore, if you wanted to actually try your hand at it, you would have to find someone who practices the craft.  Quite a few people do it, and you can even take classes.  I’ve done it, in archaeology class–it’s fun.

A modern flintknapper shapes a stone tool. 

A modern flintknapper shapes a stone tool.

Image:  outdooralabama.com

The reminisces of commenters on the London photos page I mentioned are primary sources.  Not all primary sources are reliable; even memories can fade with time or become altered.  Judges and cops know that eyewitness testimony is notoriously unreliable, but it’s the closest thing we have to actually being there.

You could also read a book about knapping.  (I have one!)  Or you could read websites and articles about the people who practice primitive tool making.  These last would be secondary sources.

Just one or two anecdotes or an article reporting them aren’t enough, unless you’re already speculating.  For Tunerville, I found an article about something NASA is researching, and I extrapolated off that.  This flying by the seat of my pants wouldn’t have worked with Rose’s Hostage; for the police interview scenes, I consulted with a retired police officer.

Whatever you use, check it against several other sources.  You will undoubtedly have readers who know something of your subject, and they will tell you if you’re wrong.