The team is moving out. Many have already left, some on foot for the station around 06.00, some in vehicles beginning around the same time & in several shifts since. Feet above my head and running water woke me around 05.36.
Morning sitting in the ballroom at 07.00 for those that wished to be there, with breakfast available from 07.45. My own packing is now 97% done and I am on call with Martin & Fernando for an airport run at 10.00. The travel news is good: roads & airports open. Alain has just collected my ticket to make a specific enquiry because - terror, horror, suffering, misery! - some of the flights have been cancelled.
I haven't commented much in this diary of the degree to which I have missed my Wife this week, other than it is ongoing and substantial. Sufficient to say that I am keenly anticipating meeting her at home in Bredonborough, probably around 04.00 Sunday. This assumes flying flights, open motorways from London to Worcestershire, and from Edinburgh to Bredonborough.
Latest news: my flight has been cancelled but I have been put on another. That's the good news. The bad news is I am going to Gatwick.