Monday was pretty quiet – just a walk around the block out from 3 mile cross – some bits and pieces of countryside, and some pretty characterful gates and horses and things.
Tuesday morning found me sitting at Heathrow airport having done an impressive and needless 5am start to catch my 0950 flight to Frankfurt. However, sitting there in a random Heathrow café, nursing a coffee turned out to be semi-pleasant.
The trip to Estonia (via Frankfurt) went smoothly, despite getting hopelessly lost in Frankfurt airport's octopusesque sprawl (how hard can it be to go from gate A to gate B? Really?!) but pretty quickly I was on the flight to Tallinn, and then landing and looking out the window at the snow flurries and wondering what sort of temperatures I'd let myself in for.
