For Wilf trips to the airport are associated with one huge treat - a leisurely walk across the terminal car park. If there was an olympic gold medal for tyre christening Wilf would win it. Peugeots a speciality. That old Polish Sheepdog attitude ' Life is what's coming, not what was ' .
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Four airports and a gold medal.
Wilf has known four airports in his life - Aberdeen, Marseilles, Rome and now Toulouse. Two or three times a year he gets up early, is put in the back of the car with the luggage and then watches as his flock disappears into an airport terminal. Two or three times a year the process is repeated, in reverse. He seems to be quite untroubled by the whole thing . Life has taught him that farewells are soon enough turned into noisy, squabbling, laughing reunions. He didn't notice that this years goodbyes took a little longer.