Going Down

I took a shot of the sunrise from our balcony (I hadn't realised we had a balcony!!) and we spent the morning packing and relaxing prior to our flight home. I took a couple of shots in the house during this time - the first was the wall of our huge shower and the reflection on the window grill. The second was a reasonable sized spider on the livingroom floor. I wanted to get a close-up shot of. To try and get that I had to take the lens off, turn it round and hold against the camera and get in close. The spider wasn't happy or intimidated to the extent that it kept jumping at me in attack mode. I got 1 very poor shot and let it be .... I had no idea what sort of damage a bite could do and I certainly wasn't wanting to find out before my flight home.

We were taken to the airport late morning .... not a smile from a staff member!
The girl at check-in was a torn faced misery. Once again there was a claim that we had changed seats and were due them money.
No we didn't and you are not getting any money!
She wasn't happy with that. Our cases were on the belt and heading to the hold and she then told us to put out hand luggage on the scales (quite routine). She then printed out more baggage tags and stuck them on the cases. I asked what she was doing as they were our carry on bags. She replied that the flight was full and there was no room in the overhead luggage bins.
What a spiteful bitch!!!
Our headphones, reading material, money!!! and other stuff was in them and there was no locks on them!
To say we were furious is an under statement - but we are not daft enough to kick up a rumpus at that point (far too many guns walking about being carried by faces like thunder for that).
We got on the plane and right enough ..... no shortage of space in the bins.

The flights home both both fine with some shots of the ground and clouds (including a sports stadium in Paris through the clouds and the Ochil Hills between the high and low level clouds when landing).

Then we landed at Edinburgh!!
What a dump!
It is grey and dismal with not one appealing thing about it. It just looks like a huge, windowless factory unit.
We had to wait over 10 minutes for a set of steps to be found after 'parking' and the engines shut off. They were then (with difficulty) manhandled to the plane by 2 blokes who then couldn't get the height or alignment right..... They will never make darts players! They would be able to hit the board let alone the number they were aiming at.
When we did eventually get off we had the long walk through the darker and even more depressing inside of the building with virtually no signage (there is certainly nothing with different languages). There was not a member of staff to be seen until we had just about reached the customs hall. She was asked a question by a passenger and the answer was "Whaaat?" and walked off.
I think there were 3 staff members in the arrivals hall and nobody at all in the baggage reclaim or the way to the building exit. Lord knows what you are meant to do if there is a problem (luckily our hand luggage was all intact and everything in there).
Our taxi driver arrived bang on time and was very friendly and helpful - an Eastern European gent of course.

6 shots from dawn to dusk .... Here