There’s not much more to tell. Our bus drive to the airport is uneventful and the flight from Marrakech to Casablanca is over in less than half an hour, though providing good aerial views of the desert landscape that we cross.
We are delayed slightly leaving Casablanca due to congestion at Heathrow and once on the plane are treated to more Charley Chaplin for the in-flight movie. I suppose silent films save them the bother of handing out headphones to everyone. At Heathrow, there is further delay as we wait for our luggage to appear on the carousel. On the other side of customs, we exchange fond farewells and rash promises to meet up again.
The return journey to Nottingham in heavy rain leaves Clare and me in no doubt that we are back to the ‘real world’ of dark rainy evenings, orderly shopping malls and the 9 to 5 grind.