There was some air traffic
in Middle England this past weekend, but sadly only the rather inelegant
lifting off by a number of swans from the River Wye. Otherwise the skies were blissfully clear of
noise, pollution and vapour trails, replaced by the deafening sound of business
and leisure travellers gnashing their collective teeth.
The man at the local cider
farm thought it might all be Iceland's fiendish revenge for our dear Prime
Minister's cavalier use last year of anti-terrorist legislation to freeze the
assets of the failed Icelandic banks. Another conspiracy theory going the Saturday night rounds was the frankly
fanciful idea that the Russians had bombed the Eyjafjallajoekull volcano for
some unexplained military or economic reason.
But it was an ill wind, or
lack of it that was blowing frustrated tourists into hotels all round the
ancient kingdom of Mercia, who had been expecting instead to be settling down
for some suitable "ooh la la" in Paris and other foreign destinations. Many an extra bottle of wine and sticky
toffee puddings were sold this weekend by way of balm for lost foreign travel
moments.
Sadly, the idyllic, indeed
bucolic joys of an unexpected English staycation could not prevent Blackberries
and Wi Fi delivering news and messages of distress from further afield
penetrating. An engineer working on an
infrastructure project emailed to advise a potential crisis in Copenhagen,
where hordes of stranded British tourists were threatening to eat their way
through that lovely city's entire supply of herrings.
A distraught Edinburgh lady
texted with rising panic from the bus station at Alicante, where she was being
told that the next seat on a bus was not until four days later on a charabanc
alleged but not certain to be ending up in Brussels. Could my international network of insolvency
practitioners somehow spirit her away from this nightmare and home to Scotland,
she pleaded?
Then came the saddest
question of all, from an aviation sector executive, wondering if they would be
eligible for redundancy if the cause could be shown to be an Act of God. This interrupted my final agonizing, which
led me to cancel an imminent conference in Cyprus - just in time to prevent
several delegates from India, Nigeria and other exotic destinations having to
turn round half way to the Aegean. Sales of olives, taramasalata and retsina
will surely slump as part of the ripples of collateral financial damage.
Signs that the UK's no-fly
zones will be re-opened soon are uncertain, despite apparently successful
test-flights and much protest from the industry. When they do eventually clear
the long jam and get the air lanes open again, let's hope they stay that way.
And let's hope that the economic damage is less serious than we fear. Most
important of all, let's hope that Iceland's other nearby and much fiercer
volcano remains quiescent.
However, there is a moral
to this strange tale, this brief passage of disruption. We should all wonder how we came to take easy
air travel so much for granted. How
short will our memories be? Probably too
short, but one day it will happen again and it would behove us all to be better
prepared next time.