5 years ago, Easter, family trip to Amsterdam from Southampton. A Named Storm howled around our house all night; you know, where the timbers in the attic creak. I was awake pretty much all night, checking the flight info to see, and pray, that our early flight had been postponed.
Nope.
So we get to the airport as it's still windy and blustery, but not as bad as it had been 2 hours earlier.
Off we go, and 5 minutes into the flight the captain tells us that it's great that the storm had passed through- but we're chasing it and are about to overtake it...
It's a short flight, 1hr 20? So you're barely up before you start to descend.
And, yes, we were being thrown all over the sky. Across the aisle from me was a young woman with her boyfriend; she was almost hysterical. He was grinning like a fool while gripping the armrests. I hate flying with a vengeance (tho in my past I have flown Aeroflot, China Airways, Indian Airways, and tiny planes in Africa) but I could see that a) we were in no danger, b) our progress was linear, and c) the cabin crew were calm, though buckled in. So I reached across and held her hand, which she gripped. And thus made me have to pretend to be Not Scared.
My ultra calm, non phased DH for the first time ever was throwing up, so not a huge help to me 😂
We landed, bouncing left and right down the runway.
We got to our Airbnb in central Amsterdam, and the DSs immediately turned on the TV- to see footage of our plane bouncing its way into land, on the local news!