Strolling Through Seville
Strolling Through Seville (Part One) Some years ago, I was very fortunate to be the guest of Airbus, covering their military projects in Spain and their civil facility in France. Transiting Dubai and Madrid, the journey finally found me touching down in Seville in the …
Next Generation.
Next Generation. In times past, for generations the sons of blacksmiths became blacksmiths and the offspring of farriers became farriers. Today, sons and daughters can follow their mothers and fathers onto the flight decks, if they so choose. Both Kirrily and I being examples of …
Five Down…Five to Go.
QF127 (Image: Flightradar24) Five kilometres down…five to go. My limbs, heart and breathing have settled into that wonderful rhythm where the endorphins of the exercise gods are in control. The night is crystal clear and the brilliant moon almost casts my shadow with the …
The Gillian Anderson Principle.
The Gillian Anderson Principle. In my previous blog post, I wrote of the concept of asking, “What if?”. In asking that question we can better prepare for the unexpected or conceive of goals that we wish to pursue. In pursuing those dreams, I offered …
What If?
What if? As we all know, nothing in life is certain. If the years of the pandemic reinforced any message, it was that the best laid plans can be demolished without warning. As a consequence of this uncertainty, we all need to have a degree …
You Can’t Drive Looking in the Rear-View Mirror.
Medical professionals, and people in general, have been very kind following my surgery, complimenting me on my positivity through the process of recovery. Strangely, it was the only strategy that I ever believed had merit. It was the healthiest option for both body and …
Halfway and Hopeful.
Halfway and Hopeful. The halfway mark has been reached. Three months ago, I was in ICU having undergone major surgery. In three months, the Civil Aviation Safety Authority (CASA) can commence proceedings to review my case for returning to the sky. Almost without exception, the …
6th February 1952. Air Combat Over Korea.
71 years ago today, my father went very close to losing his young life – and I wouldn’t have been born to write these words. He was looking for a downed comrade on the white North Korean snow who had been forced to eject from …
Clipped Wings.
Clipped Wings To the north and south, dark clouds with ragged bases bubbled high into the upper atmosphere. The ongoing rumble of thunder was intermeshed with the sudden cracks that follow lightning weaving to the ground. In a gap between nature’s tantrums, a patch of …
Journeys.
Everyone’s journey is different. As Kirrily and I sat on the tarmac at the Air Force base watching the most recent cadets graduating from their promotion courses, I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to experiencing a touch of emotion and nostalgia. As the cadets’ …
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