When you live in a city which airport doesn’t have regular flights to cities like Barcelona or Madrid or Paris you know that, at some stage, you will have to spend a night on a bus to get to the main airport in the country to go to a recce on the following morning.

And here I am, at Dublin’s airport, after a luxurious 3 1/2 hours ride on our national buses waiting for the plane to take off and start a project that I have wanted to work on ever since I heard about it!

I can only say that it is going to be great fun! and I’ll be reunited with good friends.

What else can you ask for? Maybe more planes?