With the prospect of a long unfamiliar journey to Barcelona's El Prat airport ahead of me, I took an hour off at lunchtime to sit in the shadow of the cliff beneath the beach cafeteria, and listened to the sound of the waves on the shore. Perfect relaxation. The journey was made for the most part during siesta time and the N340 wasn't very busy. I was surprised not to see any airport signs on the overhead panels once the road reached the Llobregat river plain district. The huge area of commercial warehouses that cover drained wetland areas was visible, and beyond it the airport control tower on the distant horizon. The way to get there soon became obvious, and the approach to the interestingly styled vast multi-storey car parks around the entrance to Terminal One was clear and well marked.
I soon discovered that Eddie and Ann's flight from Luton had arrived early at Terminal Two. Soon, I found them waiting in the Terminal One arrivals area, and then learned that Clare's flight from Cardiff had also arrived early. By half past six we were re-united, and heading out of the airport, with the evening sun in our faces for much of the drive home. The combined journey time was five and a half hours. While the travellers freshened up, I cooked supper, and we ate outdoors in the cool of the evening - first drinking the festive bottle of Cava left for us by Kevin and Jenny Ellam, the previous locum chaplain here. It's great to have a full house.