ROBERT:            Did you ever fly into the fog?  Big grey endless fog, flying into fog. I used to fly – almost every week for business, back and forward to Ireland.  Sometimes, up there, eighteen thousand feet, you’d get into fog so thick, so thick, you couldn’t see a thing, and you’d think, jeez, I hope he knows where he’s going, you know, the pilot, I hope he knows the way, cos, up there, in that grey soup, you think, jeez, you think the next thing you could be flying into a bloody mountain, you know? It happens, I mean pilots have done it in the past in… somewhere,  I don’t know. But it’s possible, because in the grey, you just don’t know. Cos you can’t see a thing up there, just all that grey gloop.  And you start to feel, uncertain, unsure, maybe a bit afraid, the mountain, the mountain, and just then, that’s usually when the grey clears a little, and you can see the water, you can see the gold sun reflecting on the water, and you know you’re alright, you know you’re just fine, and the grey soon disappears, and you’re coming into land.  These days… these days I’m in the..the fog a lot more and I’m seeing less and less of the sun on the water, and each flight I’m getting closer to the mountain, cos I know it’s there through the fog