Fad number 437: Flying
This week, I’ve incorporated a fad with my photography post: The time I flew a light aircraft!
For as long as I can remember, I wanted to fly. When I say fly, I don’t mean in the ‘which superpower would you most like’ sense. No, my love came from the machines themselves; the noise, the smell, the overall look.
I had notions of acquiring my pilots’ licence and once I saw Top Gun, my choice of wings became a fighter jet!
However, flying lessons are mega expensive and I didn’t have any associated desires to join the RAF. So for many years, it was just a dream, until one birthday, a few years ago, I was gifted with a flying experience day!
After some initial training, plus the obligatory health and safety speech, my friendly co-pilot, Bob, guided me into the air for a 40 minute flight.
It was…bizarre! Being quite a small plane, the engine sound was fairly overpowering, but aside from that it was just like driving a car. In the sky.
There was no sense of, ‘OMG, there’s nothing beneath my feet,’ or feeling that I could at any minute plummet to earth. It honestly felt more like I was trundling along some high, cliff-side road, looking down at the valley below!
All in all, it was really quite pleasant, with beautiful views along the patchwork coast, as we flew over Scarborough, towards Whitby. Even the landing, which I was a little worried about (mainly because Bob sat with his arms folded and said, ‘Go on then, all yours…’) went smoothly – I definitely deserved one of those RyanAir trumpets for on-time landings with no bumps!
I’d love to fly again, despite giving up on the dream to possess my own licence, but something tells me next time there would be more of a need for speed… 😉
Image Credits: All my own so please be sweet and ask before sharing 🙂