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 konked 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. I was bundled up bracing for a cold wind. It was much hotter than I’d expected. I wondered out looking for a cab but stumbled on the tram. 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 if I believed what I’d read about the weather, it could be raining any minute. Most of the shots I took on the tram were rubbish but below are two I saved.