Arrival Fit for a Queen

The flight to Heathrow was my first on a two story plane. I napped on the long flight to Heathrow. Outside the airport windows it looked dreary but not a surprise since everyone warned me as much. The airport looked like a shopping mal l and I perched myself at a seafood bar and feasted on Scottish smoked salmon and caviar and washed it down with champagne. With a full belly I boarded the hour long flight to Edinburgh and conked out before takeoff. I woke up just as we were descending. From my window I saw the Scottish coast line. The water was green and the narrow beaches were empty. Must be too cold out for the beach I thought. The weather forecast was for mid-50s. We touched down in Edinburgh and I put on my sweater, boots and a scarf.

I followed the signs and headed to the Baggage Reclaim and then started looking for a taxi. When I got outside a funny thing happened. I began to sweat. It was much hotter than I’d expected. I wondered out looking for a cab but found the tram instead. The porters were kind and helped me get a ticket. I sat down and started taking pictures. There wasn’t much out the window but the sun was shining and I didn’t know for how long so I snapped away to the amusement of the un impressed commuters. Most of the shots were rubbish but below are two I saved.

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