First step…

Today feels never-ending. It’s not quite 8pm and we’re having a relaxing G&T in an airport hotel in Glasgow - so yes: we’ve taken the first step in any foreign holiday in getting ourselves over the water to where the planes are…

But this morning we did normal life. We went to church, sang some big hymns (including I the Lord …, Sally, if you’re reading this on the other side of the world )cI did the Intercessions (how do you pray for our poor world?), came home frozen and desperate for coffee. Then I made dinner - what we’d have eaten about now normally. And then the last, neurotic scamper round, the fretting over the cases that seemed far too heavy but are actually just beyond cabin bag weight…

And the the taxi driver arrived. Came in, lifted both cases at once, marched down the path with them. (He used to be a removal man, we found). Checked that we were happy, sitting comfortably, seat belts … and off we went to the ferry. Turned out he was a pupil in one of the very first classes I taught in Dunoon. All very soothing.

We’re in this Holiday Inn Express at the airport because the terminal is just a short walk under a cover away. We have to be out early,, but there’s nothing to stay up for once the gin is finished. We should land around 1.30pm tomorrow. Trust no-one - but fingers crossed!