Child B refers to our most recent guest, Reg, as ‘that silly, silly man from the wooden airport’, which reflects both Reg's predilection for high jinks and his arrival at Avignon airport, using the new FlyBe service from, of all places, Southampton. He flew over, quite literally, for lunch, and so it seems right that I should shamelessly promote the new thrice-weekly service from Southampton and Exeter which makes such extravagant gestures possible.
Anyway, I really can’t see why anyone would choose a big airport over a small provincial one, where you are free to swan about in white linen and floppy hats reenacting bits from Casablanca and can happily forget all about the existence of those nasty airport shopping villages.
Not such a silly, silly man after all.
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