Travelling tales

And onwards to the joys of travelling in winter...

Now that the winter is upon us, and we get about 7 hours on daylight if we are lucky, we have also had some of the foulest weather *known to man or beast*

If you are tucked up at home in front of a cosy fire, this will not worry you unduly.
If you are trying to get home from a weekend away, it probably will.

I tried to get back from Glasgow.. the plane I was supposed to be on was cancelled at 5.30 pm so we had to wait for a plane to come in from Barra
At 7pm, the Twin Otter turned up (An old style-school lunch box propelled by a wind up elastic band) There wasn't enough room on it for everyone, so 2 people got paid to get the next flight in the morning.
The rest of us folded ourselves up into the 'plane'
We had a turbulant dark, noisy flight over to the island, I could see into the cockpit and the girl flying looked like she was wrestling with a poltergeist
We got to the island, then turned around and flew back to Glasgow as it was 'outside the parameters'
I could have cried. I had been up since 5am *trying* to get home :(
Thankfully (heh) they put us up in a hotel at the airport and we were able to get a plane the next morning, when the weather was stunning

Island life - meh!