Sun setting on Arran

It almost made up for all the hassle of flying: the sight of Arran with the setting sun turning the grey mist of early evening golden. A few moments later we were in the clouds; a brief quarter hour of sunshine on my face and then - in no time at all - we’d begun our descent.

The rest of the evening can be summed up in two words: Heathrow Hoppas.

That is all.