Our expectations of Poland had been conditioned by images of our youth. For me that included monochrome news footage from the Soviet era with everything in shades of grey. For Majella that impression had been reinforced because some of her school friends had parents who had emigrated from Poland which must therefore have been a grim place. We really hoped for a bright sunny day to dispel those childhood impressions. Instead we had heavy cloud cover and rain through most of the day.

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