Yesterday Susanna and I drove to Tromsø to collect Sarah from the airport. There are direct flights from London to Tromsø at the moment which is nearly convenient: they currently get in at 9pm, after the last ferry back to Finnsnes which means either a night in a hotel or 5 hours for someone to drive there and back.
Airport parking is expensive, so we decided to wait in the shopping centre car park which is next to the airport and free, thinking we would spot Sarah’s plane landing and drive round to pick here up. After a few minutes wait we were rather shocked to see not a commercial airliner landing, but a stream of parachutists. We had just begun to wonder if perhaps Norwegian (the airline) was economising by not landing the plane, just pushing out the passengers, when we got a call from Sarah to say her plane was already in. Even so . . .