There’s no question that Birmingham is the airport to come into. No marathon hikes from gate to Immigration, no crowds, no non-stop departure announcements, just a cosy and comfortable stroll to the carousel and a welcoming smile from underworked Customs officials. All very nice.
Then there’s the road traffic. A shock to the system indeed, with confusing diversions for road works and whole new roundabouts popping up here, there and everywhere. It’s all good, of course, if disruptive and time-consuming.
It’s good to be met by daughter and son-in-law, to catch up and, finally to fall into bed to sleep long and content.