When I use my phone to check online, I find the plane has arrived, on time. By ten o’clock, I’m fearing there may be a problem… perhaps, they may have missed their flight. Then Dad’s call comes through. “It took ages for them to unload our luggage, but we have it now. We’ll be out in a few minutes. Do you know where to go?”
Jenny’s already restarted the car and we take time to reach the pick-up point. I’m out of the car, looking, and sure enough, I catch sight of them a couple of minutes later. Even from a distance, I can see they’re looking well and happy, although tired from a long day of travelling. Both are well tanned and, with Dad’s boyish face and Mum’s trim figure, they appear much younger than their fifty-two years. Dad’s pushing a luggage trolley weighed down by two large, hard-
