Seventh Heaven...

Not sure why seventh, but heaven certainly seems like a good description.

Wen into Edinburgh to come back out again to the airport. Scottish public transport thinking hasn't put a rail stop out there yet - even althought he train goes right past the airport. Worse than that, they have one at Prestwick which also has a longer runway and is more suited to transatlantic travel, but this airport is little used in comparison. Anyway, caught the bus out of the big city to meet the man got back from his trip today.

Flight was four hours and a plane change late leaving, so he got into Heathrow with only an hour to meet his connection. Made it, but the bags didn't. Must cost them a fortune in taxis to re-home lost luggage. Most important thing was that he took my pressie as carry on. Two cheese Danish all the way from Dallas. Absolutely one of my most favourite things ever.

(Have never found a supplier of the real thing in the UK, so they are a very special treat!).