Well, when they build huge rock pillars on the approach at LCY
They did- they're called 'Canary Wharf'! But without the winds!
Coming past the Sumburgh lighthouse, I used to have a look at what was growing in the pretty tended garden (right hand seat in those days!). I always imagined there was a crusty old lighthouseman with a white 'Captain Birdseye' beard making himself a cup of tea when a 748 thundered by 50' away, saucepans rattling and him hanging onto the table until the shaking stopped. But even the darn rabbits took no notice of us.
In the morning you could look out of the rest house there at this scene of deep blue skies, sun shining on blue water, green grass leading down to wonderful beach with yellow sand. Just straight out of a Bounty advert, a scene from a Caribbean island. All that was missing was palm trees, because the temperature was below freezing, and there were seal heads swimming around!
I've strayed off subject again, haven't I? The breakfast up there was something to behold though.