Sunday, 16 January 2011


They (Met Office, BBC ..) got the forecast completely wrong. Woke up to a gorgeous blue sky.

I read somewhere weather forecasts are just horoscopes with numbers.

Anyway, despite the aerodrome webcam showing little activity apart from cars moving around I had hope of flying right up to the last minute but sadly after all the rain we had (earlier this week), the runways were deemed to be still not up to scratch.

Oh well. Bummer. Re-booked for next Sunday.

High Flight

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

Pilot Officer Gillespie Magee
No 412 squadron, RCAF
Killed 11 December 1941

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