Or maybe it does – I don’t know. Those of you who know me better than I know myself (and you know who you are!) will have to weigh in […]

“Hold it, hold it…. airspeed… airspeed… hold it…hold…I’ve got the [whump] controls!” The only thing I can imagine more disheartening to a student pilot’s ears than “I’ve got the controls” […]

A few words on flying the Spitfire: Wwww….bbbb…wwww…bb…wow. Okay, let me rephrase that: a few inarticulate syllables on flying the Spitfire. There’s no way I’m going to be able to […]

This, I realize, is what heaven looks like if you’re a pilot. I’m sitting in the front cockpit of G-ILDA, the Spitfire I’m going to be flying. It is, as […]

Last time I was in Duxford, I fell in love. Twice. It was late morning, and the mist hadn’t yet broken on the long expanse of finely-mowed grass. Sitting there, […]

I guess the laconic description of this morning’s travels is that nobody died. Actually, it was surprisingly uneventful, given that I was traveling through morning traffic on unfamiliar motorways in […]

It’s hard to describe how much fun it is to have your grown-up daughter showing you around a city. It’s also unnerving to have so many complete strangers look at […]

Aaaannd away again. Devon and I flew down from Portland yesterday in the Deb. Lovely little flight – ignoring the headwinds-both-ways bit. Reminds me what that sort of flying is […]