Isn’t it strange how easily we return to things we used to do? Today I found myself spending long periods gazing at the sky, watching the planes come and go. I haven’t done that since I was a kid.
Of course, it’s probably not ideal to do this whilst driving a train. Though possibly explaining that I passed a signal at danger because a volcano erupted would be rather unique excuse. Hopefully my fascination with planes will abate or I’m going to have to learn to spell Eyjafjallajokull.