However there was one suprise left and that was the airport going home after a lovely meal shared with my hosts. Going through the x-ray machines, the security people stopped me and asked me if I had anything in my bag. Suddenly I realised that I was actually carrying a bag full of knives of various kinds for cutting and shapping quills, sizing parchment, cutting patches etc etc. I didn’t ever think of them as blades but more as tools. ‘Oh my gosh’, I suddenly exclaimed, slapping my forehead, ‘I’ve got a bag full of knives!’ One stanley knife, two craft knives, scissors, needles and spare blades, to be precise. Eyeing me suspiciously I tried to explain what they were for and what I had been doing with them mere hours earlier. Fortunately my kit was also full of quills, animal sinews and other assorted paraphanelia and they believed me, but quite rightly made me put my luggage in the hold.
However the really scary thing is that I had exactly the same stuff in my bag going out of Heathrow to Edinburgh a day earlier. I hadn’t realised but niether did airport security. Bit worrying that!