To get an idea of the scale of this sculpture in the Heathrow Airport, find one of the tiny people in the photo.

The airport was making the international news for piles of luggage left all over, but that was for people flying into Heathrow so I wasn't worried about losing anything.

Treacle tart, Harry Potter's favorite, was on a menu in the airport: the first time I'd seen it. I had wanted to try treacle tart, so I bought a serving to go and found a seat far away from others. I don't think it was a good example of the tart, but I ate it and was ready to find my gate. I pulled my trusty raincoat through the handles of my carry on bag and took off on the interminable journey to the gate.

When I found the gate I realized that my beloved black raincoat was gone. It was too late to try to go back and look for it. Did you know it costs $39 just to register with air travel lost and found? And my coat was never turned in. Ah well. I hope whoever ended up with it appreciates it.

These puffy little clouds over small fields seemed very English to me. Sort of like the Hobbit Shire.

But soon a variety of regular clouds took over.