on the way from Edinburgh to Budapest when one flies. The whole journey was uneventful like a train journey from Edinburgh to Aberdeen to Inverness. There was a rainstorm at Frankfurt shortly after my plane landed. I saw it coming during the descent in the shape of icing sugar topped clouds that were very white and looked very dense.
Then 4 hours of milling about in Frankfurt Airport which was almost completely empty. The few who were there seemed to be lost in their thoughts.


Or was that I?