Postcard From Sicily
John Waterfield It was the first time we had travelled since the lockdown. It seemed quite a risky venture. All the same we decided to chance it for the sake of getting some October sun. Cheap flights always leave at awkward times, to make you suffer for the economy. Our flight to Catania was at 6am. We got up at 1am, and reached Bristol airport around 3am. We had booked Silver Zone parking, but found the site "Closed because of COVID-19". We were redirected to the main parking area, which proved to be a mile away, and then had to drag our bags to the terminal building. There were no signs, and in the dark it was not at all clear where the terminal building was located. On reaching it, we found it barricaded like a war zone. Barriers everywhere, so you had to thread your way along a narrow passage which was the only means of access left open. Before entering the terminal we passed through a temperature testing tent. The woman on duty did not take our temperature, but did instruct us to put on our masks. Masks stayed on, for two hours of waiting at the terminal and for the three hours’ duration of the flight. It was the first time I had been obliged to wear...
