Urban lines

Living in East Devon surrounded by green rolling hills and quaint olde worlde charm, we begin to believe that we hold the monopoly on beauty. This evening we have driven north (everywhere is north or "up country" for us !) to Birmingham airport where tomorrow at some unGodly hour we will board a flight to Corfu for seven days of (hopefully) sun, wine and relaxation! So we arrived at the airport hotel which is all sharp edges and glass but in the brilliant sunshine and blue skied backdrop looked really quite beautiful. Or is that the large glass of Sauvignon Blanc talking ?