One day I hope to fly direct to my destination. Our family travel memories will always be us running, me sweating, and shouting “the gate is closing”.

Cheap Economy flights enjoy making Mothers run. Fit for work and you must be fit to run to the faraway terminal.

✈️ we did a crystal maze dash through Stuttgart - where there were no signs for connecting flights and no staff - “why did we leave Europe.” - we needed to navigate passport control and go through security- again.

No one likes feeling herded and harassed in Germany 🇩🇪

“I don’t like the Germans” Sophia tells me, they’re rude. “Are they still pissed off about the war?”

I’m not sure about that Sophia but they certainly are pissed off about my array of liquids that I’m trying to get into one fucking plastic bag. They don’t make us do that in Scotland 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 I tell the blonde security lady. Did you come from Edinburgh, I love Edinburgh. With a tilt of the head she waves through all my lotions and potions. “ It’s such a beautiful country” - I smile.

My Scottish privilege and the ability of land to seduce and play in my favour feels extremely satisfying. As I packed my Elemis cleanser into my velvet beauty bag I was glad. I hadn’t had to part with it.

We caught our flight to Wien.