Salzburg airport. A dreich morning made interesting by the antics at check-in. We learned that it is better to check in your somewhat over-the-limit bag with the plain but friendly girl rather than the beauteous ice maiden who spotted that Martin's case was 7 kilos over and had us all frantically repacking in the concourse. It has to be pointed out that Mr B was at least 2 kilos over, but our friendly lass was too amused by my disowning the priority boarding she was assigning me to look at the scales. Now we're sitting looking out at the planes, drinking coffee and having our second breakfast. It's warmer than in Haus, but not much. Scotland beckons.
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