Stanziliëri

It had to happen sooner or later. Turns out to be after 3 years of continuous flying: I missed my plane, for the first time.
Oops.
It involved 2 fire alarms at Gatwick, massive queues, non-operating transit trains, completely stressed out airport staff, and stereotypical brain dead Sussex Police officers.

Oh well. This holiday on the Isle of Iona was mag-ni-fi-cent, so nothing can get me down rightnow. I just take a new flight from City airport in the morning. Which means that I should be off to bed now!
Nightnight.
(Pictures of the holiday will follow later this week, I hope)