The journey started of course with a late departure for the flight from Aberdeen, which meant that there was very limited time to get me and my luggage across Heathrow to a different terminal for the flight to Sydney.
When I got off the Aberdeen plane I was greeted by a 'runner' whose job it was to rush me between terminals via a lot of back ways. She was determined that I would not miss the plane, but halfway there completely misjudged a sliding glass door. I got through it, but she ran straight into the door. Ouch.
Clutching her side and her knee, which had made a hearty clonk sound, she actually said the words 'You go on without me'...
And so I did, and I managed to catch the plane. My luggage however - one suitcase did arrive with me in Canberra but the other is coyly waiting in Heathrow for another flight tonight apparently.
What I have realised is that I am not a thoughtful packer. If you can have one suitcase filled with everything you might need for a stay in Canberra - toiletries, clothes, important pieces of information, and one suitcase filled with stuff basically entitled 'Why did I think that I needed that?', then it is the second suitcase that has come along for the ride.
Hence my first duty after unpacking (why bother?) has been to set out to find a shop supplying all the many things I did not bring with me.
On my way, I saw these trees. They are, I think, a lovely shade of blue.
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