So the airspace over the UK and a lot of Europe is closed. Volcanic ash from the Icelandic volcano eruption. My flight back to Europe isn’t scheduled until Monday, arriving in Europe Tuesday morning. As yet, I don’t really think I need to worry, but I will be keeping an eye on the situation. If it worsens or continues through Saturday, I will perhaps be effected. The aircraft will simply be in the wrong places at the wrong times, and getting everything back to normal will take forever.
It is a strange feeling. Normally I have a safe little thing, filed away in my head. I know, that no matter where I am in the world, I can get home. I just need to grab the plastic and I will be able to fly, short notice (should I need to) to anywhere. At the moment, for the first time, I just can’t do this. The option has gone. So I am trapped. My get out of jail free card is useless. I don’t like that feeling.