Menowaiting; when non-arrival becomes arrival

YAM here. Brom told you on Monday's post about the fiasco of my cousin D from Down Under and her non-arrival in the Bonny Land. Another sleepless night was spent as news was awaited that she actually did get to Stanstead and was at least in the UK. Next was to help her get booked on a flight to Edinburgh. D is not the most communicative person in the world, nor the most tech-savvy, and she reckoned she couldn't get an online booking, so would just wait and go to the airport again in the morning and book there. It didn't take long for me to find out that the budget tickets were few and far between and if she didn't book there and then, she'd risk not getting to us much before she was due to fly away again. I took the liberty of taking a booking to the point where it required her personal details and payment and passed it to her.

Done deal. Due to arrive Edin airport 15:40 on Sunday Oct. 1st.

I packed the Ren, got Brom prepared for the next bit of adventure, assessed the approach and parking of Edinburgh airport (a new adventure... aw heck that bear is in my head!) and headed off from the Hutch at such a time as to arrive at same time as the flight. Just as I had done for Glasgow.

Unlike the day before, however, which had been cool but bright and beautiful, we were in the midst of an anti-cyclone and it was grey from earth to sky, the sea disappearing in the mist between the two. There was a knock at the door. The tenant of the flat on ground level of the tenement was getting water coming in from the rain. This mattered because the tenement is currently under roofing repair. If ground floor was getting water, what of above?! Clearly the workers had not fully sealed off before the weekend break. I was on my way out so could do nothing more than point to the telephone. Another neighbour who knew the process was also there, so I left it in his capable hands. Oh for the day that is all done and dusted...

The trip across the water was 'interesting' [it was an ADVENTURE!!! yes, 'tis I Brom...] - okay, it was an adventure. One of the more lively crossings ever made. Landfall was welcome, then it was onwards to Edinburgh airport.

We arrived and found the pick-up short-stay park without causing too much traffic rage and found our way to domestic arrivals very quickly indeed. Here, there were none of the lush leather welcome seats offered at Glasgow. Standing room only. The flight landed ten minutes after we got there. The baggage appeared on the carousels. No sign of cousin D.

Oh no. ["blue", is what I heard... the now well educated Brom...] An hour after landing, I was starting to dread that another false flight had taken place... and just at that point, D appeared, being pushed in a wheelchair by airport assistance. This had not been planned but it turned out D had damaged her feet on the great Eastern European tour and needed the help. Even with good feet, she is actually rather less mobile than even the YAMster...

In no time at all we were loaded into Li'l Ren and intros to Brom had been made and off we set for the father's home on the other side of the city. It had been a very long 48 hours [seemed like 87...🙊], so after food and settle-in chatter with the father, we all headed to bed. There was going to be one full day to do something with, and I was praying for fine weather...

[...I, Brom, shall be back tomorrow to start the tale of the adventure we had... here's a clue...]