I’ve been trying to work out how many flights I have taken in my life. It’s more than I ever thought I would and must now be running into hundreds: the vast majority of them have been undertaken as part of my work. I work with our customers across Europe, and sometimes you have to be there in person.
Despite the fact that I have – most likely – been on more planes than buses in recent years, I still can’t help but get excited. As long as there isn’t a great deal of turbulence, it would appear that I am getting over my nerves (unlike my visit to Dundee this time last year) and can enjoy the experience. However, I will never get over the thrill of that moment when you pass through the cloud layer and start to see the ground getting closer, and you can start to see the people and the places. Landing in Rome earlier, it was dark, and I almost didn’t notice it, which is strange, as it is, by far, my favourite part of flying.