Back to Blighty
November 9th 2007 Bleary-eyed, I gazed blankly through the dusty windows, trying to imprint the Scottish scenery on my retinas as I travelled south once more. It seemed the early morning dash to get myself on the bus had used up my quota of energy for the time being, and I lost the struggle to prop my eyes open - although a dazzling play of light on the insides of my eyelids alerted me to take a peek when passing
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