Small Plane!

 I have not been on many planes. My air travel (both out and in) can be counted on my fingers. However I can safely say that the plane we boarded on this morning was probably the smallest I’m ever going to go on. It wasn’t quite the comedic ‘is that my plane?’ seen in a number of light hearted films set in and around Alaska or somewhere similarly remote, but I would like to think it was the European equivalent. There were only 11 passengers… including us. It was a surprisingly smooth ride, despite Vicky being served a cuppa just before we hit some turbulence. That was funny.