Back up in Scotland for a week working at the Bank. Uneventful week ate mostly at the Raddison Hotel bar. Met up with Mary and Ed for one evening out, where we ate pizzas in the Grassmarket, followed by various pints of beer in various pubs south of Grassmarket. Shall have to retrace my footsteps to see where we went. Remember hearing folk music and bagpipes in one bar, and some R&B music in a Jazz club. It was quite a good evening, which I must not repeat too often.
On the way home to Luton on the final landing run when we could not have been more than 2 minutes from touch down, and no more than 1000 foot altitude, the pilot executed a tight 360 turn. As I left I asked the crew (well one wearing gold bands) why. He said ah, so someone did notice. Gave some reason of being too high and wanted to lose height. He was not overly sure as he had not be piloting the Airbus. I know I do this in a paraglider, but a jet.