Glasgow (GLA) - Barra (BRR)
After stocking up on supplies both
landside and airside, Alastair, Greg and I made our way to a very
quiet BA Terraces lounge at the end of the domestic pier, where we
enjoyed some refreshments, compared notes on when we had last flown
out of GLA and were entertained by Alastair's biting observations on
Western culture
As our Barra flight was called, I wondered when last such a high
percentage of lounge patrons had responded to such an announcement.
The obvious answer was, of course, the previous day
There seemed to be considerable confusion over
whether the departure would be from Gate 17 or 2. Although a change
had been made several weeks previously, it seemed that some of the
systems at GLA were less than 100% responsive to change. In the end,
the matter was settled by simple observation : "But THERE it is!!!"
Gate 17 it was, then.
As we boarded the Twin Otter, First Officer Rebecca was stationed in Seat 7A to make sure that everyone took care with the very limited headroom and to announce that it was free seating. So much for the three of us having sequence numbers 1, 2 and 3! In the event, I stuck with my pre-allocated 5A, just forward of the door. When the door was closed, Rebecca repositioned to the front of the cabin and gave the safety demonstration, before finally making her way to her rightful position in the cockpit. We pushed back on time and taxi-ed out to the main runway, dwarfed by the jet aircraft round about us. Even though I knew that the plane was built for exactly this, I was astonished by the brevity of our take-off run and the steepness of the climb. We were on our way!
As we levelled out at around 4,500 feet, I broke
out some plastic cups and a small bottle of Czech Sekt that I had
acquired on my recent Prague trip. I passed a cup foward to Greg in
3A, but Alastair declined to join in, so I had the rest of the DIY
in-flight bubbly myself
Our initial route took us over Argyll, leaving the mainland coast at
the entrance to the Crinan Canal, then over the Corryvreckan
Whirlpool between Jura and Scarba and on towards Mull. The cloud
began to break up a bit and I had a good view of Iona, while those
seated on the other side could look down on Staffa and the famous
Fingal's Cave. We then headed towards Tiree, passing directly over
the little airport to where, I was later to learn, the Twin Otter
had made its first round trip of the day.
From there it was straight across the Minch towards Barra, where we made the smoothest of landings on Traigh Mhor beach a little behind schedule at 1248.