Flying

I can’t say I love flying, not after going through modern airports became such a purgatorial experience, but once you’re actually in the air it has its good points. Such as those oh! so lucky! instances when Fate hands you a row of seats all to yourself (I had one both coming and going).

And views. I love looking out the windows of an aeroplane that is ascending or descending, considering the clouds and looking at the Lilliputian landscape or cityscape below:

Icelandair aeroplane over Ireland

Coming in for landing in Manchester

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