It is 10 am and pitch black. The landscape in front of us is flat as a pancake, with no sight of trees, and overwhelmingly white. The snow looks blue in the faint moonlight. It is difficult to tell where the snow dunes end and the clouds begin.
My Ryanair flight to Frankfurt leaves on Friday at midday from London Stansted airport. Slightly annoying, because that means I have to take a full day off work. But I don’t really have a choice, as that’s the only flight of the day.
The bus ticket is £6 and the journey lasts an hour. So far so good.