I’ve decided I’m going to talk about Scotland backwards… not entirely sure why this appeals to me, except maybe that I seem to be talking about the end of the trip a lot because our last stop was Manchester and that has understandably been in people’s minds. So, I’m going to start where we finished and work backwards to the glorious beginning.
I should say one of the only really stressful things to happen on the trip did happened right at the end, so this first post gets to be the ‘dramatic’ post! When we were in the lovely Changi Airport in Singapore and I’d just gotten my usual degree of childish glee from riding the Skytrain between terminals (it’s a train lovers’ thing) when I realised my wallet wasn’t where it ought to be! It only had a few pounds and my cards in it, so I fatalistically wrote-it-off the moment I discovered it missing, but it seemed like a sad way to finish the trip.
Then the lovely Singapore Airlines people found it! And rushed it over to the gate so I had it back in my pocket before we boarded our next flight. Which made me feel particularly lucky and grateful to the travel gods.
One of the things I liked about Changi was it has a butterfly house and a koi pond…and random pieces of art: