Flight of (no) fancy

So this is it then. It's all real. In less than an hour I will be getting dropped off at an airport for a flight across the South of England to Exeter airport. I think, for the past few days, I have been convincing myself that this would not be really happening, and that at some point the plans would be changed.
But no.
I really am being sent to a different workplace, hundreds of miles away from my usual site, during the busiest month of the year for my industry.
But let's not go on about that, as I've been boring you with it all week.
Trying to see it as a positive, and trying to turn it into a fun working holiday in my head, I suppose I get to see a part of the country I'm not very familiar with, I get to enjoy a plane ride, and I get to swim in a completely different sea (assuming the weather is nice enough and assuming I get 10 minutes spare somewhere to do it).
Packing is a pain as God knows whether it will be suitable for shorts or whether I should be taking a raincoat.
Christ...

RC 13-8-23