Smile

Do y’know what? Flying home, just like the plane I was in, I had a smile on my face. The last few years each trip the homeward bound had a doom tinged feeling as so much crazy was going on back home, every trip much needed escape.
For the first time in a long time I’ve looked out that plane window and got a wee shiver of contentment to be back home. Coming in over East Lothian, seeing the Bass Rock, we get our own bluebird days right back home.