I was at the airport at the crack of sparrows this morning. The place was deserted.
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!
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.
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.
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!
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!
Next I might force myself to investigate the shops.