Caboose

My flight back from Edinburgh last night was delayed a bit, you soon run out of things to do in the departure lounge unless you want to drink yourself unconscious at Wetherspoon’s.

As I was walking out to the plane I noticed an amazing fan of light in the sky to the north, which I worked out must have been the lights from The Bridge.

Approaching Stansted I spent a while trying to clean the blurry bottom half of my window before I realised that the blurriness was due to the jet exhaust outside. Even though I now find flying very tedious there’s still something special about approaching your destination, especially at night.

The delay to my flight meant that I arrived at Stansted just as the Cambridge bus was leaving, so I had to hang around for an hour. Pretty much everything was closed, including all the checkin desks. The only signs of life in most of the terminal building were the car hire desks and the poor souls trying to sleep on the deliberately uncomfortable seats.