Part 3

We drove out of the back of the estate and almost immediately arrived at the extended airport – those roads and roundabouts that exist only because of the airport that they guide you around. The bus pulled into the station – the type with large diagonal bays, each with digital displays and sliding doors. No primary colours here.

The airport. I was there to meet family from a long haul flight and help them and their 27 bags onto the train. They could’ve managed without me, but it was nice to see them, and I like the airport. I spent most of the day there in the end, but that’s another story for another time, and another blog. And I didn’t even get the 43 bus home, so even more reason to finish my airport trilogy here.