Got to the airport in a thunderstorm to discover the flight had been delayed. Worse was to follow. When we did finally board , the bus taking us onto the tarmac drew up alongside an aircraft with propellors. The jet in the schedule had gone to be replaced by what appeared to be a toy plane with engines from a Ford Pinto. What the airlines politely term 'equipment change'. I've said this before and I'll say it again. If you're going to fly over the Alps in thundery weather then you want to fly in a plane with jet engines. Getting up close and personal with a mountain range is the last thing any sane passenger wants. Full marks to the Swiss pilot who weaved through the menacing storms, lightning flashes, hail and mountain peaks and still managed to get his shaken and stirred passengers down on the ground barely an hour late. You always know when a flight is really rough - the cabin crew strap themselves in, tightly, and a strange sepulchral silence fills the cabin. No cabin service so not even a chance of a purely medicinal glass of Gods amber nectar.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Wilf's look this morning as we came back from the morning walk said it all - 'it's hot'. Even the French weather forecast is now calling it a heatwave. It's going to be in the high 30's again today . What a change from just a week or so ago when we were seeing the coldest temperatures in more than two centuries. With the thermometer already touching 25 degrees by eight o'clock Wilfs trip to the light industrial zone, cafe and bakers is having to take place earlier and earlier in the day.
Wilf was at the airport to meet me last night. A 747 full of holiday makers from Corsica landed ten minutes before our scheduled arrival so 'the font' wisely kept him away from the milling throng in the terminal. He was delighted. The airport car park was full of tyres to be christened and exotic scents to be sniffed. We came home with all the windows down in the car, an old Bruce Springsteen CD on the stereo,and a shaggy PON basking in the gale force wind behind the dog guard. After twenty minutes of late night rug surfing he finally fell asleep , on his back, in the hallway. Thank heavens for cool, tiled floors.