In flight

... above the Irish Sea. Checking in on Dad for a few days.

The most marked two blobs below are boats (other blobs are the aircraft's less than crystal clear windows). Even with the bumpy ride today, I know which form of transport I would prefer to take.

Flashback to many summer crossings on this stretch of perennially choppy water. Even the prayers of nuns - and there were always nuns on these crossings - could save them from calling God on the great white telephone