First Flight

I am being presumptious here, since the baby between the seats is not ours. But the title has relevance for us, as it was our wean's first time in the air (and our first holiday abroad as a family): a four hour flight from wintery Dublin to hot summery Fuertoventura, which he endured almost without a hitch. He was able to while away some of the time watching Thomas and Shaun The Sheep on our portable DVD player.

Here's a couple of more shots, of the AIRPORT (with our first glimpse of the sea) and the view from the apartment, flagged by a THOMAS bedcover; when the wean saw its matching pillowcase the following day he staked his claim: "That's MY Thomas pillow!"