Je suis ici…

Woke up just before 3.30 am to the sound of my alarm, pulled myself from my warm bed, switched the kettle on, and stared out of the window at the dark-skied morning and the silhouetted chimney tops. 

At 5am, I was sitting in a cafe sipping on Chicken Pho while I joke with my son and take selfies. The departures board in the background tells us our gate will be announced soon, and earlier flights take to the skies.

At 7am, we are in the sky ourselves, lifting up out of the clouds and into the dawn.

At 11am, the French countryside unfolds with every passing mile as we make our way to Gente.

At 12.30pm, je suis ici…