Down Memory Lane
I’ve got another trip coming up – another big one, that is. Devon and I will be heading off together, sans kids for ten days on the road through Israel and […]
Category Archives: flight
The Best Bad Breakfast in the World
I think the problem is that I’ve got a lousy imagination. I love telling stories, but I’m absolutely no good at making them up. So the only way I get […]
Kpong Airfield
Morning, with a crazy cacophony of birds outside the window of the spartan room that’s my lodging here at Kpong, and I’m grappling with how to tell this story. Or […]
Test Pilot
It was not an auspicious start to the morning. Tiptoeing downstairs in the pre-dawn dark to avoid disturbing anyone, I misjudged the last step and clattered down to the landing on […]
And was Jerusalem builded here…?
And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England’s mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England’s pleasant pastures seen? On a day like this, it’s […]
This Story Doesn’t End the Way You’d Expect
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 […]
Short Final
“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” […]
Inarticulate
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 […]
Day One
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 […]
Grace
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, […]
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