The weather warm, dry and bright. Sophie's coat starts the day looking almost presentable.
The cafe full of folk enjoying the blue skies. We manage to get a table by the entrance. Sophie is quite oblivious to the people at the other tables. She is concentrating on curly croissant ends.
Afterwards half an hour spent wandering down through the sunflower fields to the stream ... and back.
'The Font' heads off to London. Toulouse airport quiet now that the peak holiday season is past. Parking near departures easy. Presumably this is because the Airbus factory is still on vacation. Security and emigration a doddle. For some reason the BA flight is forty minutes late coming in but the ground staff get it turned around quickly and it's only twenty minutes late at take off. The airline is now operating two flights a day to London. This is up from one but not quite the four a day they used to fly.
Heathrow a zoo. The queue to get into the UK stretching way back into the terminal. Seems a large percentage of the frontier force have been taken and redeployed to deal with the stream of people on Afghan repatriation flights coming into Terminal 4. The government is hurriedly getting as many flights out of Afghanistan as they can as they're expecting Kabul airport to be closed later today. This leaves regular processing 'short staffed'. A man in a day-glo orange vest wanders down the line saying that there's a forty five minute wait to have vaccination certificates checked . Thankfully, someone sensible orders all the passport e-reader stations to be opened. This gets things moving and the wait turns out to be just fifteen minutes, which isn't too bad. When people hear the reason for the hold up the grumbling (largely) ceases. Even distant lives are shaped by the cascading impact of great events .
Angus and Sophie head off to buy some ice cream. In the store they notice Swedish meatballs. Angus and Sophie will try these at lunchtime.