Ayr; Thursday, 02 May, 2013

Whilst I’ve been booked on late flights before, I’ve never been booked onto the very last flight of the night, so it was a weird experience wandering through a Gatwick Airport that was quite as deserted as it was.

Thankfully with the previous flight having already left, and all the shops and restaurants already closed, there was no danger of us having a late get-away and sure enough as soon as the gate number was flagged up everyone in the departures lounge stood up and wandered in the same direction.

From the almost balmy climate of Gatwick it was a bit of shock when 90 minutes later I emerged from the terminal building at Glasgow into a cold drizzle and walked the short distance to the Holiday Inn and my bed for the night