Here we are directly underneath Hutton. In the land of OZ. Dazed and disoriented by 24 hours in a plane-no three planes-all early. So unlike GNER. It is Autumn. We were in Spring two days ago. And since then at 37,000 feet with an outside temp of -67C and a tail wind of 120 miles an hour. Very alarming that little map but more interesting than any of the 9 films on offer. Sniffer dog at Melbourne homed in on the Wife's bag-had we forgotten to dump the fruit we had brought with us? Bringing food into, tight little, right little OZ, is almost a capital offence but no the last apple had been eaten two hours before-the sniffer dog was left with the afterburn and we escaped even a reprimand from the handler. Spellcheck substituted
'snuffer' for 'sniffer' A nice thought for an investigative canine killer. But this little creature was dachshund size and we all had to put our luggage on the ground to allow it to get its nose over. When it sniffed its prey (food of any kind) it wags its tail and sits by the offending article.
Now a lot of lost sleep to catch up on. And then Huttonian will tell you all about OZ.And how it compares with the Merse. If he is spared