Well, I didn’t make it to Frankfurt.
But, undeterred I have adapted my plans and am now, less than 24 hours later, sitting on a train heading towards Birmingham.
It’s not what was in the original plan, but as the weather forecast deteriorates, and virtually every airport in the south closes its runway, I’m starting to think that I’ve had a lucky escape.
I could have gotten away yesterday, but I could, by now, be stranded in Germany.
There is still every chance that I could come a cropper in Birmingham, but the options for being able to get back are much greater when all that separates you is 150-odd miles of relatively flat land, rather than over 500 miles of land, three borders and the English Channel.
On the plus side, the weather in Birmingham is looking pretty good for the next couple of day, cold but very sunny.
And just to make things that little bit sweeter, I’ve booked myself for a revisit to Cadbury’s World on Tuesday. Mmmm! Chocolate (wipe drool here)