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I sort of doze for perhaps two hours. The cabin crew are bringing our breakfast, landing is expected in an hour or so. It's still dark, but I can see lights below so we must have reached Ireland. There are some towns well lit up. The pilot announces we are just approaching the Isle of Man, and landing is due in half an hour. Up comes the sun, a red glow reaches out across the horizon. It's quite cloudy now, and the ground has disappeared from sight. Half an hour passes, and the pilot speaks again. As it's the rush hour, we'll have to do a few circuits while we wait in the queue to land. Five minutes later "don't worry if you see any other aircraft, they may seem close but it's an optical illusion, they will be at least 1000 feet from us in altitude". As he says it, a United aircraft appears, which we overtake. Then the moon. We pass the moon five times, then descend into the clouds. When we get beneath the cloud we are over the Thames, I can see the bridges at Kingston and Richmond. In no time we descend rapidly, and skim over the rooftops. A very smooth landing, and the trip is over.
Well, except for about 15 minutes before the luggage arrives on the carousel. But as I emerge through the customs hall, the taxi driver is waiting for me. Well two drivers holding my company name, so I guess I was not the only employee on the flight. I didn't see anyone else...
Thats it for now, next week it's off to Cyprus (and warmth), what a start to the year.
Roger G0HZK
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