When he saw this Tom was so full of himself that he had to share the pleasure with somebody, so he turned to a woman sitting across the aisle. “There it is, missus.” Surprised, the woman looked across him at him. “You what, love?” Tom nodded towards the panorama through the front window. “The North.” The woman looked, saw nothing, then observing that they were alone thought it best to humour him. “Yes, love.