Flying high

View of the river Clyde, facing East towards Glasgow.
I would say flying is the most stressful mode of transport, and today so far has only convinced me of that fact. Despite best intentions of getting to the airport early and the hope of having a drink or two with friends who happened to be on the same flight. No. An unseen error in my visa application saw me refused at check-in and told to reapply, which can take up to 72 hours. It's not easy to fill in an online form that you have already arsed up while under intense pressure and with tears stinging your eyes. My approval to fly came in with minutes to spare. Meeting our family at Heathrow and turns out they too had their fair share of travel traumas!! But I'm safely ensconced in the plane now, waiting to take off, a spare seat between us (yay) and fully ready to relax for the next 9 hours. Vancouver here we come