Starting out on the 2015 trip I was completely underprepared. So much so that the days running up to our departure were not filled with excitement, but more anticipation laced with anxiousness. Looking out above Wales from the flight to Dublin I honestly wondered just how we would cope, but it was too late now. I would have to think on my feet and hope that everything fell into place. Our flight from Dublin took us to the farthest east of Canada and to the first discovered part of North America – St Johns, Newfoundland. As the plane descended through the thick fog it bounced around the sky, when we finally cut through the cloud the ground was just feet away, the engines roared into life and the plane climbed quickly. Silence filled the aircraft as we ascended steeply back into the air. When we finally found out what was…