Photo: Gregory Dunn
I'm fifty three years old, have lived in the Irish Free State since 1990 and as an island dweller am subject to the tyranny of Michael O'Leary and Ryanair. Despite those facts I still enjoy flying, airports and all that. This image, taken very recently on the runway at Dublin Airport promises an escape from the Forty Shades of Grey to somewhere fabulous - string bikinis, sunburn, cars on the wrong side of the road, cheap fish meals in a vernacular style etc. The reality, some four hours later was Deal in Kent where charity shops and mobility scooters rule the High Street.