This is the path by the sea that I cycle along most mornings. It's about seven thirty in the morning and two local policemen are wondering what to do about the plane that has landed here. The one on the left is lighting up a cigarette although the photo here is too small to see it. Apparently the pilot said he had been caught in strong winds and made a forced landing but I couldn't help but notice he had a large rucksack strapped to the side. Had he maybe flown in from the other side of the Mediterreanean? It makes a change from the boat people. Anyway, I cycled on and saw him take off as I reached the campsite. The policemen waved.