Flying home. Day 6. (18th June 07)

A lazy morning this morning to ease us gently into the idea of coming home. As it was dry, I nipped out to take a few last pictures.
Our check-out was 11, but we had arranged to meet Becky at the station at 11 for a farewell coffee so we were out by about half 10.
The train was on time but some ignorant woman had taken my seat opposite Suzanne, across a table, but rather than cause a fuss I just sat next to my lady. I didn't want to fluff the end of our holiday. (That was about to happen anyway).
We looked for our flight when we arrived so we could check in and get through search as soon as we could, but it wasn't there. I double-checked the e-ticket and realised my glaring error. Instead of our flight being at 17:45 like I thought when I booked the train, it was 7:45, so we had an extra 2 hours to wait. In my defense, I had booked the train from memory, pre-8am on a sudden spur-of-the-moment. After a coffee our check in was ready, so we joined the snake and got our bags dumped.
Security was nice and easy and we had a wee look round to see what we could remember from last year.
It was about half past past lunchtime, so with a sandwich and a 'Yankee' bar, we were left with 2DKK in our pockets.
An uneventful plane home and we were back around 10:30 with a million or so great memories once more.
Roll on 'Memories 5'