One last photo from the room with a view over St Helier. Then the taxi arrived a few minutes late and we were driven to the airport.
No spitfire to wave us goodbye, it had flown over to Guernsey at the weekend to fleece the unwary of their £3,500 for 30 minutes of adventure.
After having both my bags searched for illegal substances the lady at security reluctantly allowed us to go on our way. Then it was just a case of getting on the plane and off to a Scotland with blue skies for a change. The landing was the least bumpy of any flight we’d been on, partly because this looked a very new EasyJet aircraft.
Drove home with some pretty pictures of South West Scotland in the bag. That almost made up for being back to “auld claes and purrich”.