Heathrow airport. It’s getting late.
Long story but due to being car-less and a host of other things I’ve decided to come to Heathrow tonight ahead of the trip tomorrow.
It’s billed as pilgrimage.
And it starts in an empty airport terminal with a few stragglers. Like me they’re waiting.
The space is distinctively empty but pregnant with anticipation.
These are the liminal moments.
I have a man crashed out in the adjacent set of chairs watching a video on his phone. He chooses not to use his headphones. I hear everything. Including his text updates that interrupt the show comedy show with its canned laughter. As for me I’m watching the last Match of the Day of the this season.
Only 6 hours before the meet up and I’m thinking how many of those will actually have sleep in.
The journey starts here.
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