FLYING HIGH | mahler's Blog

 
The moment came at last, time for my second flying lesson.  We arrived at the airfield, me - a bag of nerves.  I met my instructor James, the same one that I had 4 years ago, he is gorgeous.
 
He did the take off then uttered the awful words - "You have control!"  The plane did a little bounce as I took over but I soon got the hang of it again.  I saw lovely white fluffy clouds, I headed for them, wished I could snatch a piece of one, but once inside them they were just mist.

 

 

 
 

 

 
The countryside looked magical, all those little patchwork fields, and the long line of traffic on the motorway seemed to stretch for miles.  I would have loved to have flown over my house but as I headed for it James said "turn right", otherwise we would have been in Luton airport air space!
 
I managed to take some photos by just using the controls with one hand, it was all so easy.  I felt like I was a bird flying up there in the blue.  We flew at 3,000 ft and were going at over 200 miles an hour, although we seemed to be just hovering, a very weird sensation.
 
All too soon the lesson was over, never did an hour speed by so fast.  I even managed to land the little plane, although it was with a little hop, skip and jump!
 
My 74th birthday has been very special, my family did a makeover on my front and back gardens, and bought new garden furniture too, we then ended the day with a Chinese meal, lovely sweet and sour chicken balls for me.  I have eaten so much cake and chocolates, I think I will explode!  The cherry brandy, etc., went down well too.
 
 

Watch out - here she comes again!