I

HATE flying. This is important. This is something you should know. Mine is a visceral, animal hatred that, while it’s never actually prevented me from stepping on to a plane, is enough to instantly push me to the brink of swivel-eyed hysteria the moment I step through airport security.

I also hate roller coasters. Not as much as flying, but still.

I tell you this so you understand that I was not the best person to have travel more than 4,000 miles across the Atlantic in a jetliner to review some of Florida’s best theme parks.

I fully expected to hate every minute.

I didn’t, and that surprised me – it positively stunned my longsuffering partner.

Travelling in Virgin’s Premium Economy class helped, that much is true. The seats are wide and comfortable, the food is excellent and, unlike a recent flight with another well-known premium