from London to Stockholm in April 2007 Just as I was thinking there was nothing else but blue, Above and below. I saw this golden arc of sand – Land. Lakes and towns. Lines of cotton wool clouds, and Windmills dotted around. More lakes and towns. The clouds above are moving past – quite fast, Never seen that before, We must be low, I don’t know. Another jet crosses our path, higher, jet stream passes by overhead. Take another sip of the lunchtime wine, Its nearly teatim