Spring has Sprung

There are days when one is very lucky to enjoy the privilege of flight.

The day you take off, admire the lush English countryside below, transfer your gaze to the horizon and realise it is as crisp as a dew soaked leaf of baby lettuce. Not a cloud to be seen in the sky, you climb a little higher to tickle the soft blue underbelly of heaven.

Levelling off, you relax and drift along, free as a bird floating on the wind.

Then the reason you are up here nudges you and enquires as to 'what next?'

The heavens twirl, the greens and blues intermingle, the sea sparkles like a rough cut diamond. The windscreen is full of sky, cornflower blue sky, until the land appears again filling your senses, every detail picked out through wide open eyes...

...then the whoop of glee fills your headsets, the blood rushes through your veins and you go again, twisting, turning, this way, that way, every sense heightened, every second more pleasurable than the last and that smile returns again. Spring has sprung, let's hope it is here to stay.