Up at the crack of sparrows this morning, I kissed Her Maj goodbye (plus everyone else) and drove down to our local airport for the first flight out to Aberdeen.
I was happily surprised with a nice easy flight. I think we had the wind behind us as it only took 40 minutes. It usually takes an hour.
On Loganair, you are offered a complementary hot beverage and a choice of biccie. Of course, I went for the Tunnocks Caramel Wafer. I couldn’t pass that up. Never say no to a Tunnocks.
The Aberdeen coast soon hove into view and we had a good landing. Thank you lady pilot. Good job.
A little wait at Aberdeen airport and so I made good use of the shops buying some earplugs (mine died on the trip) and a sandwich for my second breakfast. I may secretly be a hobbit.
Again, the trip to deepest darkest Southshire was completely uneventful, quick and easy. We landed, my taxi was waiting (always a huge relief) and I was at my Mum’s house within the hour.
So that’s me. Here I am, south now, feeling rather tired despite possibly the easiest trip south ever (and I have experienced some travel Hell).