Six Months On.
Six Months On. “Gee, that time’s gone quickly”. This is the most common response when I tell people that six months has passed since my surgery. For the most part, I agree. However, in the early stages of recovery there were days that seemed to …
The Climb.
The Climb. Having received so many good wishes of late regarding my recovery after surgery, I thought it was time for a post referencing the same. The timing was particularly relevant as I have just completed my walk for the day and this hike included …
Time Travel, Music and a Road to Recovery.
Time Travel, Music and a Road to Recovery. I have never been musically talented. To offer some perspective to this statement, I had the triangle taken from me in the percussion section when I was in Year 7 – or First Form, for those that …
My Dad Never Marched on Anzac Day.
My Dad Never Marched on ANZAC Day. Both of my parents served in the military – in wartime and in peace. My mother marched on Anzac Day but my father never did. My mother was an Air Force radar operator – a “hush hush” …
Unforgettable….My Years as an Ambo.
(A much younger me on duty.) Unforgettable…My Years as an Ambo. At the core, I always wanted to be a pilot. However, the path to the cockpit is an expensive business and the road an even longer one. On leaving school, I entered a business …
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 …
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