Oakham, UK
Whilst peering down at the countryside below, at the neatly sectioned fields of varying shades of green and the lines of orderly traffic filing along the well maintained roads - strangely, actually giving way at junctions - suddenly the pilots deep, well spoken voice filled the sterile air conditioned cabin;
“…the local time is two-fifteen, erm, outside temperature is currently eleven degrees and overcast with, erm, light rain…”
Light rain. Drizzle. It ...