Wolfie in the plane

Yesterday, we bid farewell to my in-laws and to Brittany and came back to England. This was an emotional moment, like farewells always are, but at least the flight was relatively easy. It may be because our sons has traveled fairly often by plane since last Christmas, but he was in a fairly pleasant mood. He was fascinated by the plane and the plane journey, looking at the window at what was happening, without once getting distressed or scared. His grandfather said he might become a pilot. He might be right.