Nothing like the tedium of the airport gate. They tell you get here early and then you sit and stroll and wander around.
There is little to break the tedium and other passengers are ultimately an inconvenience. They want to talk, to connect and understand where you are going and what is going on.
It’s private and as usual there is little joy in this type of return to Liverpool.
The irony of the last paragraph has not escaped me broadcasting my need for privacy on a public forum. And they have changed the carpet. It is close to the original but disconcertingly different.
4 thoughts on “The leaving of Portland. ”
If you have time and need/desire one, look me up for a pint Neil. Promise I’m not really a psychotic cannibal killer.
Not sure I will have time this time but you never know. I’ll be I town 2 weeks.
Well, mail me if you can.
Have come back to read this four or five times now. There is a lot packed into those four short paragraphs. Well-done and well-enjoyed.