The next morning, I needed to get up early and head home. The sound of driving rain that I feel asleep to, had been replaced with absolute silence. Here's the view from my window.
Whenever you return to England from overseas, there's always a jolt when you realise that the place your coming back to isn't as good as the holiday place. For this trip, that jolt came when my bus from Stansted to Cambridge was an hour late, and they didn't even apologise. By comparison, the Polish bus that I caught from Zakopane back to Krakow, through the early morning snow in the Tatra mountains, on a national holiday, was cheap, pleasant, and on time.
So, that's that trip done. Poland: Highly recommended.