Catching up at last.
As I mentioned in the previous edition, the family are beginning their homeward journeys, and yesterday it was Andrew and Abbey’s turn. The slight catch was that, after a week of magnificent weather, it all turned ugly yesterday. Heavy fog enveloped the region overnight, and everything was very wet, An orb-web spider had obviously been busy, but will probably catch little until the moisture evaporates. It seems most flights were cancelled or delayed. However, the airport’s website seemed to suggest that the Queenstown flight might get away.
Out at the airport, all was slightly chaotic as it always is in periods of weather-related disruption. People standing, sitting, reading, texting filled most available spaces. The food outlets probably doubled their normal trade. Frustrated passengers were irritable with airline representatives who, understandably, had no useful information to give. Of course they can’t tell when the fog will move. It could be hours, it culd be days. Occasionally an aircraft would arrive through the mist, and passengers bound for high priority destinations were promised that boarding would commence soon. On the far side of the airfield, we could sometimes see the preparations taking place to welcome a royal visit. Two of the RNZAF’s MH90 helicopters were parked nearby, presumably to provide rescue capability in the event of a mishap. I am no royalist, so that’s all I have to say about that.
The family settled in a quiet corner of the airport that others had yet to discover and were confident that they would get away. They did too, just 70 minutes behind schedule which was amazing in the circumstances. We shall miss their bright and cheerful presence but look forward to seeing them again in October if not sooner.
Yesterday was the actual day of my birthday so the final celebration was with a few friends and former colleagues at a pub in town where Helen did extra duty sharing the food around.
Normal service should now resume.