Sitting at the smoking area at Gatwick you really see the sights, hundreds of people coming and going to and from flights.
Men women and children rushing too and fro, where they are going i really don’t know.
Some are bored, some are happy, some are having fun being pushed around on a luggage trolley.
Everybody is going somewhere, to a flight or from a flight, happy to be going on holiday or happy to be going home.
But I’m just sitting in the smoking area at Gatwick airport, watching people go by while other people walk past pulling their suitcase behind them and disappearing into the night.