Early Morning Rain

Hear the mighty engines roar - in the silver bird on high
We're away and westward bound - far above the clouds we'll fly


... Apologies to Gordon Lightfoot



Had to leave veeerry early to catch the flight home from Venice to Asturias. Around 5 am.

We had enjoyed unbroken sun for our entire stay, but thunder storms were predicted for the early hours and indeed they woke us up during the night. Still, when we came to leave it had stopped raining and the pavements we're drying out. So we left for the 15 minute walk to the bus station from where we would take a coach to the airport.

About half way there the thunder started again and the heavens opened. We arrived at the bus station soaked. We got even wetter trying to find the right coach.

When we got to the airport we headed for the bathroom to change clothes. I felt much better with a dry pair of trousers.

Next onto the bus to transfer us from terminal to aircraft. I was almost first onto our bus and had the pick of seats. I chose one at the back. The one under the leak in the roof, the one that had accumulated a puddle in the plastic seat underneath the cushion.  My daughter confirmed that, yes, I had a very visible wet patch on the seat of my trousers.

Never mind, it didn't detract from a very enjoyable first visit to Venice.