14 December 2022
Back in a ‘Winter Wonderland’
after a snow-bound escapade
and an unplanned night in Dublin
As I waited in Dublin Airport for (yet another) delayed flight to Birmingham on Tuesday morning, childish shouts of joy and glee echoed around the departures gates as voice announced boarding for the Ryanair flight to the North Pole.
Of course flights constantly fly overt the North Pole on routes to Anchorage and Japan. But what inner child could not resist the idea of wanting to go to the North Pole and visit Santa with less than two weeks to go to Christmas.
Many bleary-eyed adults – and not just parents – must have wondered how a snow-bound Santa had magically managed to wangle this one route that was not delayed or cancelled due to snow on the runways or dense fog enveloping the airport.
I spent almost 36 hours in transit, between leaving the front door in Stony Stratford early on Monday morning and arriving back late on Tuesday afternoon. In between, there were five bus journeys, two delayed flights, one cancelled flight, one delayed train journey, one cancelled return train journey, one cancelled lunch, one taxi run, one short airport monorail transfer, countless double espressos, and three hours of intermittent sleep in an airport hotel – all to complete an undertaking to bring Christmas presents to family members in Dublin.
I had intentionally booked return flights between Birmingham and Dublin on Monday in the hope of avoiding Tuesday’s train strikes in England. But Monday’s early morning train journey from Milton Keynes to Birmingham provided the first premonition that all was not going to go well throughout this escapade.
The train was late, and as a consequence got stuck among commuter trains between Coventry and Birmingham. A plan to arrive at the airport in plenty of time to get through security came to naught. As the queues snaked out of the security area into the main airport and the monorail area, rumours passed down the line that it would take an hour or an hour and a half to get through to the other side.
Thankfully, airport staff members had the wit to call people out of the queues as the screens began to warn that boarding gates were about the close.
It still took almost 1½ hours to get through from one side to the other. The staff were doing their best, but not enough security staff are available. It’s easy to calculate how many staff members are needed on mornings like this – after all, all flights are booked in advance. I put this down to recruitment difficulties created by a government that refuses to give enough work visas … and for that I blame the post-Brexit racism that is endemic in this Tory government and its decision making.
I made it to the boarding gate with just five minutes to spare – only to find that the flight to Dublin was delayed … and delayed … and delayed yet again.
A call had to be made to Mykonos, one of my favourite Greek restaurants in Dublin, to cancel the table for three booked for 1. But at least I had time to return to the duty free shopping area to buy some of the liquid items that could not have been bought beforehand because of security restrictions.
It had been a 5:15 start in Stony Stratford; eventually, I arrived in Dublin at 3 pm. In normal weather, journeys to Greece or Italy would take far less time.
Lunch in Mykonos had been cancelled and we made do with coffee together in Dublin Airport.
But even as three of us tried to catch up with one another, I was interrupted with a text from Ryanair telling me flight FR 670 at 20:00 on Monday evening had been cancelled. I would have to rebook with Ryanair, and I would have to find an hotel room near the airport.
Hundreds more would-be passengers were going through the same experience, over-and-over, in queues throughout the airport. The Clayton Hotel let me know I had managed to get the one last available room that night.
By then, eating a proper meal had also become a priority. But I had also travelled without my medication for my sarcoidosis and without a toothbrush.
I managed to sleep for about three or four hours, but I was back on an airport bus from the hotel at 4:15. Leaving the hotel, The Christmas tree and Christmas lights in the hotel entrance and lobby looked like so welcoming in the winter darkness, and I was regretting leaving without even a short opportunity to get to see Dublin city centre in all its Christmas glory, even for an hour or two, the previous afternoon.
When it comes to morning queues and security clearance, Dublin Airport was a pleasure on Tuesday morning compared with Birmingham Airport the previous morning. There was time for breakfast, time to catch up on emails, time to enjoy the sight of children excited about the promise of a flight to visit Santa at the North Pole, or at least a Ryanair flight from Dublin to Lapland, landing in Rovaniemi in Finland.
The flight to Birmingham was called on time. Now all I needed to worry about was the rail strike in England. I did not want to spend another night in another airport hotel, and needed to book a National Express coach from Birmingham Airport to Milton Keynes.
But the escapade seemed to be in danger of being prolonged once again. After a brief run along the runway, the plane returned to the gate. A change of crew was needed, and we sat on the tarmac for another two hours … and waited.
Eventually, when I got to Birmingham. The National Express driver was flexible and I changed onto an earlier coach, going through Coventry and Northampton.
Milton Keynes looks like a ‘Winter Wonderland’ after the snowfalls earlier this week. The roads and paths and fields are covered in snow, and the gritters are out keeping the roads open. The Peace Pagoda with its gold trimmings stands out in the white-covered park, and it is possible to imagine how Willen Lake could freeze over.
In all of this, full marks and my thanks, praise and gratitude go to the Ryanair cabin crew on Flight FR 666 from Dublin to Birmingham. In my fraught confusion and tiredness, I had left my wallet and all cards on the seat beside me on the plane. They chased after me, called out my name, and found me just moments before the bus pulled off for the airport buildings.
The environmentalist Guy Shrubsole says in an interview with India Bourke in the current edition of New Statesman that the idea of England as a ‘green and pleasant land’ has not been true ‘in the last century and probably longer.’ Nor is it Santa’s ‘North Pole hideaway in Lapland’.
But, despite all its problems – from the post-Brexit economy with food shortages, rising inflation and fuel and heating costs, and the wilful political neglect of the NHS and public sector workers to a kleptocratic government riddled with racism, indifference and self-serving cronyism – it is good to be back safely in this ‘Winter Wonderland’ in time for Christmas.
Praying in Advent with Lichfield Cathedral
and USPG: Wednesday 14 December 2022
There are just eleven days to go to Christmas Day. The Calendar of the Church of England in Common Worship today (14 December 2022) remembers Saint John of the Cross, Poet, Teacher of the Faith, 1591.
Juan de Yepes (1542-1591) was born into an impoverished noble family near Avila in Spain, was brought up by his widowed mother and went to a charity school. He worked as a nurse and received further education from the Jesuits before entering the Carmelite order when he was 21. Having distinguished himself at Salamanca University, he was ordained in 1567 and met Teresa of Avila soon afterwards. Small of stature, he made a great impression on her and she persuaded him to help with her reform of the Carmelite order.
His labours brought him into conflict with the religious authorities, and he was even imprisoned for a period, yet these experiences prompted some of his finest poetry and mystical writing. In particular, he described the ‘dark night’ of the soul as it is purified in its approach towards God. After 10 years as superior to several different houses, he again fell out of favour and was banished to Andalusia in southern Spain, where he died after a severe illness on this day in 1591.
Later today, I hope to meet some clerical colleagues in the Milton Keynes in advance of expected Christmas ‘busy-ness’. But, before today gets busy, I am taking some time this morning for reading, prayer and reflection.
During Advent, I am reflecting in these ways:
1, The reading suggested in the Advent and Christmas Devotional Calendar produced by Lichfield Cathedral this year;
2, praying with the Lichfield Cathedral Devotional Calendar;
3, a prayer from the USPG prayer diary, ‘Pray with the World Church.’
John 14: 18-23 (NRSVA):
[Jesus said:] 18 ‘I will not leave you orphaned; I am coming to you. 19 In a little while the world will no longer see me, but you will see me; because I live, you also will live. 20 On that day you will know that I am in my Father, and you in me, and I in you. 21 They who have my commandments and keep them are those who love me; and those who love me will be loved by my Father, and I will love them and reveal myself to them.’ 22 Judas (not Iscariot) said to him, ‘Lord, how is it that you will reveal yourself to us, and not to the world?’ 23 Jesus answered him, ‘Those who love me will keep my word, and my Father will love them, and we will come to them and make our home with them.’
The Lichfield Cathedral Devotional Calendar:
Saint John of the Cross was a Spanish Carmelite priest and one gifted with a profound spirit of prayer and a mystical insight into how the soul is encountered by God. Pray today for the gift of prayer, a consciousness of God’s presence – how our lives become enfolded in God’s life, and changed, cleansed, and directed as a result.
O God, the judge of all,
who gave your servant John of the Cross
a warmth of nature, a strength of purpose
and a mystical faith
that sustained him even in the darkness:
shed your light on all who love you
and grant them union of body and soul
in your Son Jesus Christ our Lord,
who is alive and reigns with you,
in the unity of the Holy Spirit,
one God, now and for ever.
God of truth,
whose Wisdom set her table
and invited us to eat the bread and drink the wine
of the kingdom:
help us to lay aside all foolishness
and to live and walk in the way of insight,
that we may come with John of the Cross to the eternal feast of heaven;
through Jesus Christ our Lord.
USPG Prayer Diary:
The theme in the USPG Prayer Diary this week is ‘Walking Together.’ This theme was introduced on Sunday by the Right Revd Maria Grace Tazu Sasamori, who became Bishop of Hokkaido in Japan in April 2022. She shared her reflections on this year’s Lambeth Conference with Archbishop Justin Welby.
The USPG Prayer Diary invites us to pray today in these words:
Let us pray for all who gathered at this year’s Lambeth Conference. May they continue to reflect, absorb and learn from all they discovered about themselves and each other.
Scripture quotations are from the New Revised Standard Version Bible: Anglicised Edition copyright © 1989, 1995, National Council of the Churches of Christ in the United States of America. Used by permission. All rights reserved worldwide. http://nrsvbibles.org
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