My two flying stories:
A friend took me up in his Cub. The sun was setting and there were a lot of bubbly cumulus tinged with red in the sky. We flew above the clouds and it was stunning. Even redder tinged clouds from above and I saw my first round rainbow on the clouds. He put the shadow of the plane in the centre. Stunning! I was almost sold.
My second flying story was when I went to a small fly-in locally. I was bored. Then an interesting guy flew in. My eyes lit up. He was a real character and we met up with him quite a bit later on at Cranfield. He was an ex Luftwaffe pilot who had flown in from Germany. We chatted and he asked me if I would like to go up in his plane. Exciting, I thought. Yup. I'm up for it.We went up and up, above the clouds. Beautiful. Then he said, 'I think I will take you back to Germany with me', and I realised I didn't know this guy at all and I had told noone I was off on an adventure. Just as I was wondering if I had been mad, he took me into a spiral dive. Terrifying but the best flight I had had. He was a display pilot at the major fly-in at Cranfield!! Eeek!!
Beautiful lines, the wing sweeps and curves as the sun sets
fascinated with lines and geometry, I can see designs here
and an engine
A plane in the setting sun
Under the wing.