Given my intense fear of flying, yesterday's trip to Edinburgh was a little daunting! Whilst the car picking me up from my home and delivering me into the internal hell hole that is 'Heathrow' was kind of OK, the rest of the journey was pure hell.
How should I feel when the stewardess comes on the tannoy and says "if we land on water please use the escape routes over the wings"?
My suspicion, having watched several movies and televisual treats is that if we dare to touch down on water, we will sink and ultimately drown. I actually found myself looking at all of the other passengers and trying to work out which ones I would have to climb over to get to the escape exits.
That said, on the way back we flew in over London and I saw Canary Wharf, the London Eye and Tower Bridge all lit up like a Christmas Tree - very nice!
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