There’s a good reason why I love the Middle East at this time of year, but this weekend I left the clear, bright-blue sky behind and landed in what looked like a frozen tundra. Still, there’s no place like home! (Once I got over the reverse culture shock and sorted out a serious wardrobe malfunction, aka, not owing a coat.)
PS: That’s DH at the front flying! Makes it look like I was doing a spot of tail-walking, no?