Well, that was Thursday and it's now Sunday and still no planes have taken off from or landed in the UK. Thousands of people are either stranded or awaiting news about whether they will indeed be able to take their impending trip. London is a very odd place to be at the moment - eerily quiet with no planes in the sky and a fine covering of volcanic ash on car windscreens. Even the air feels dusty and after a short walk through central London today my skin felt as though I had been to the beach. With nobody coming in from overseas, it is strangely quiet except for the enormous queues still lingering outside of St Pancras Station and the Eurolines desk at Victoria, despite passengers being told that the services are fully booked.
I never thought that anything other than my financial woes would prevent me from travelling and now even if I had the money to go anywhere I would not have the means to.
Just to update: It seems that all flights to and from the UK are suspended until at least 7am tomorrow morning. Some say that the disruptions will continue for another couple of weeks. I sincerely hope not as Ollie needs to get to Berlin and Claire needs to get to Reykjavik - both on Friday. I guess we're just all going to have to sit tight and wait for the dust to settle.
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