Going home today. It took 11 hours door to door. I am exhausted so will keep this brief.
At Heathrow, I found a quiet spot and made camp.
Social distancing is not something others do so I perfected a hiss worthy of any orc from Lord of the Rings along with my Death Stare. Folk moved away quickly. Good, good.
Farewell to England.
And hello Scotland.
The sun was setting.
I spent a couple of hours in Aberdeen Airport.
The planes get smaller the more north you go.
And eventually I am home in Shetland.
But my luggage is now lost so I fill in forms with promises of its’ appearance one day. I am hopeful as there was quite a few of us. Then I drive home.
My bed calls.