landing in wellington

It’s a well-known fact that landing in Wellington can be guaranteed entertainment.

Ours was a bit like the one at 2.17 in the vid but we did land and yes, the passengers clapped. And yes, I did swear as usual but was not able to cling to the arm of a handsome man beside me as I used to do. At least now I don’t sob every time I get on a plane as I did after Mum died. (Multiple but often stunningly beautiful flights south).

I’m getting better.

Now I just imagine that I am a stick floating down a stream. It’s always the same stream – one from my early childhood days in the Caversham Bush. Just a little stick that is tossed and tumbled along but gets there in the end.

Phew.

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