About 6 years ago, we took a long haul Lufthansa flight from Frankfurt Airport in Germany to our holiday destination. Our flight was at about 11.30pm Frankfurt time.
By the time, we arrived at the airport in Frankfurt we were so tired. The journey to Frankfurt airport from our Highland home in Scotland was a long one. We were hungry and were struggling to find a place at Frankfurt airport to have something to eat for they were all shutting up for the night.
Alas, our plane started boarding. What a relief! It was a long flight. I can’t sleep on planes so the 14 hour plus flight felt like a 24 hour flight!!!
After we arrived at our destination, I was desperate to get out of the plane to get some fresh air and to stretch my legs. As we walked out of the plane onto the air bridge and finally into the airport. We saw many people taking photos with their mobile phone.
The Mhinisteir and I were intrigued by their actions and decided to stop and observe why these people were busy clicking away!
We saw a humungous plane on the tarmac and it was this plane that was being photographed. The Mhinisteir and I were mesmerised by this plane. It had two levels just like a double decker bus. It was one of the new A380 planes.
We were so excited to know how it would look inside and to which airlines it belonged to. We were quite sure it belonged to one of these middle eastern airlines.
Just that it didn’t. It said LUFTHANSA on the side of the plane!!!
It was then that the penny dropped!!! This was the plane that we had just disembarked from!!!! What a pair of numpties we had been!!!!!
Monday. 5.30am. I was wide awake wondering why my body was behaving a certain way. Should I be worried?
Radio 4 was playing in the background. It was the shipping forecast. My favourite! Only because some of the places that I have lived in get a mention!!!
The Mhinisteir and I have a peculiar habit. The radio in our bedroom gets turned on at 10pm in time for the news every night and does not get turned off until about 8.30am the next morning!
The shipping forecast was followed by prayer for the day led by a Bishop from the Episcopal Church in Scotland and he mentioned the Edinburgh fringe festival. The moment Edinburgh got a mention my mind wondered away to the time when the Mhinisteir and I lived in Edinburgh.
I didn’t enjoy my time in that city. Nothing wrong with the city. It is a beautiful city. It was just me. I used to hate the month of August because of the Festival! It was busy everywhere and driving around was a nightmare. The Royal mile which was near where I worked was filled with tourists and was very noisy. The streets were filthy and dusty. On top of that my colleagues and I had to put up with a lone bagpiper on the opposite site of the road for one whole month every year!!!! For that reason I used to hate the bagpipes! Now when I hear the bagpipes, it makes me homesick!
I used to rush back home to the tenement flat that we were renting and shut myself in until the next morning.
My office was also near Edinburgh Castle and I used to look forward to the one o’clock gun. Strangely they have something similar in Nice! It reminded me to break off for lunch. I also liked Princess Gardens. The Mhinisteir and I sometimes met up for lunch there. At the weekends, we used to walk up and down Princess Street before stopping somewhere for a quick bite before heading to Church.
I was very happy when we left Edinburgh. I have since returned to Edinburgh as a visitor a handful of times and have always wondered how it will be to live there again.