Coming home

Today was the final leg.

A taxi collected me at 0645 and whisked me to the airport. There I discovered that my plane was delayed, but just by an hour.

After a while, Tracy and Ivor joined me in the waiting area.

Our flight was trouble free. There were some grand views of the north east coast before we turned towards the airport.

I am completely shattered. I had two short sleeps this afternoon then cooked our meal. I’m glad to get back to plain home cooking again.

It’s good to be home.