High Living

Not Budapest, not Vienna but dear old Edinburgh, not that it was obvious from the number of tourists milling about or the variety of languages other than English being spoken.

We said our goodbyes to David and Luca over a fine late lunch yesterday and started the long trek home with huge security queues at Budapest airport, a delayed flight, an overweight man in the seat next to me, a windy rainy arrival in Edinburgh with buses from plane to terminal ( not the cosy small airport any longer) and more passport control queuing before putting the keys in the door at midnight.

We have had a great action packed week marred slightly by the nasty Hungarian/ Austrian virus picked up by His Lordship which has left him operating on two of his four cylinders.