Flying South

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I was at the airport at the crack of sparrows this morning.  The place was deserted.

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This is the Departure Lounge!

And this is the best view of them all.  That red bag is my hold luggage and it is obviously going with me.  Happy days!

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The planes that fly to and from Shetland are not ginormous but they are practical, serve a function and fly through some fairly horrendous weather.  There are three seats to a row and I was lucky to be myself.

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I promptly went to sleep and woke up to find myself safely landed in Edinburgh. The airport has long corridors and, as I walked, I imagined Lambie and BeAnne galloping behind me.

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The next plane was huge by comparison and zipped me down to Heathrow.  There was a small unspoken row about who had ownership of the armrests.  I was in the middle seat and stood my ground with grim determination only to feel hugely guilty when my armrest adversary gallantly brought my hand luggage down for me!

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Anywho, I am sitting in London drinking Lapsang listening to the unending buzz of traffic outside.

I have a new friend who is very fluffy and makes my nose tickle!

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Next I might force myself to investigate the shops.

4 thoughts on “Flying South

  1. Rebecca Final

    It must be somewhat of a shock to the system to go from your lovely, languid Shetland to the bustle of London. I’m sure you will have a great vacation, but if you are like me, there will come a point where you just want to get back to your cosy home and all the critters.

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