Prior to coming to Cyprus, I had bought a GoPro Hero3 camera for a bicycle trip to Paris, and Andreas had made it a requirement of his hospitality that I bring it for snorkelling. We sat and swam in the sun for a few hours before kitting up and heading out with our faces under water. The first time I …
“Table for one,” those lonely words. I bided the time in a Wetherspoon’s pub, to my right a partition of frosted glass and then great windows looking out on the north runway of Heathrow. Planes like metal whales coast in from the west, floating down, unhurried. Everyone here is waiting: waiting for adventure, waiting to return home. I love airports …