Flying home

The lights of Brussels from our aeroplane window. Typically, the snow we had hoped for arrived as we travelled back to the airport, and was sufficient to delay our flight by 90 minutes. On the plus side, the later flight meant there were some stunning views from our window flying back over Europe.

Goodbyes are hard. There were tears. Not just from the children.

At least we have a return visit booked in the calendar.