Don’t Walk
Alana really couldn’t believe how flat the Netherlands was. She’d been told by many people, but somehow, she still wasn’t expecting a place that made Norfolk look like the Peak District. Her view from the train as she’d travelled from Schiphol airport to Amsterdam’s Centraal Station had been unimpeded. Not so much as a hillock visible.
And now, here she was, standing outside the station with crowds milling around her. A mixture of tourists, businesspeople and natives. She herself was a combination of two of those groups—she was in the city on business, but she’d deliberately extended her trip so she could spend a couple of days exploring. She had a day either side of her meeting, the boring part a filling to a sightseeing sandwich. Though, despite the boring tag, the meeting d
