On Thursday I took the six-hour, three-country train trip from Ljubljana to Munich.
There is an awful lot of blather written about the British Discovery of the Alps, mostly along the lines of
ELIZABETH Howard, do not these mountains bear an aspect most unlike the pastoral climes of Gloucestershire?
HOWARD Indeed my dear: nor do the meadows reflect the most refined agricultural practices than my uncle Lord Townshend is pioneering in Surrey
ELIZABETH Do not the skies lower most greyly? Might one not feel a certain almost pleasurable anticipation of Peril?
HOWARD Indeed my dear one might. Is it not fortunate that this train is provided with the finest precautions that Man can contrive against such happenstance!
(an AVALANCHE sweeps train, Howard and Elizabeth away)