There are three Loganair flights leaving Edinburgh Airport in the space of an hour… and only two check-in desks open. When we finally reach the front of the line, I am keen for things to go quickly and smoothly.
“Do you have any dangerous goods?” asks the check-in agent.
“Yes!” responds DorkySon, with great enthusiasm.
DorkyDad and I look at him in horror.
“You do?” says the check-in agent, eyebrow raised.
“Hang on, hang on,” says DorkySon. “Did you ask me if everything is good?”
No matter how many times you’ve done it, there’s still something miraculous and disconcerting about strapping yourself into a metal tube and flying across the world.
Airlines go to great lengths to persuade you that it’s a normal and comfortable thing to do. They try their best to make that tube feel like home. Qantas welcome you with a hearty ‘G’day mate!’ and hand out complementary socks with cartoon kangaroos on them. Finnair design their cabin lighting to resemble the aurora borealis, and Loganair provide Harris Tweed headrests and Tunnocks caramel wafers. But when you undertake ten flights in three weeks, from Tasmania to the Outer Hebrides and back again, the resulting sensory overload means there’s no escaping the strangeness of air travel. Continue reading
Howdy-doodle.
We are back from a lovely ten days in Scotland. Two 35 hour journeys in less than a fortnight has not left me at my most eloquent, so I will save the write-up for another day, but I wanted to share a few photos of our time away.
We were staying in a stunning self-catering house called Croft Cottage, which has views of East Loch Tarbert and across to Skye. On a still night, this is what it looked like…
*Waves hello*
It has been a bit quiet around here, eh?! I hope you enjoyed some of the lovely guest posts I had scheduled over the last couple of weeks though. We’re now just getting back into our normal routine after some nice time away
We headed up to Harris first to visit some of my family, and had a great time.
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