As we approach our destination, the silver fields give way to the blue of the mountains, pools of fog lying stolidly in the valleys, soon to be burnt away by the rising sun.
Closer in, civilisation becomes apparent, and before long, the city stretches ahead of us, the airport's peninsulas showing black against the silvery gold of the bay.
We fly overhead for a wide right circuit, paralleling a heavy landing on the other runway. It's warmer here, at 11 degrees, but the air is still and gentle on the approach. We land and begin the long taxi through the airport to our bay, and then stop to wait for another aircraft to vacate our bay.
Finally we've arrived, the engines shut down, the passengers disembark and we prepare to do it all again.