Flying Wishlist

Flying Wishlist

As a boy wandering in the Pennines (mountains to a small boy - hills in ‘reality’), I would look up in wonder at the aircraft trails in the sky. I would be even more excited when one was low enough for me to see and identify its type - usually a DC3 Dakota. Of course, I would try to imagine where it had come from; ( I was told by an older friend who new about these things that it must be headed for Leeds/Bradford) and what it must be like to need to travel such vast distances. It surely must be full of very special people.
Now that it is rare for a month to go by without my needing to fly somewhere, I’m particularly conscious of the saying ‘be careful of what you wish for’, especially when I have recently returned home and am watching planes in the night sky while walking the dogs. The gratitude I feel for not being airborne at that moment does not take the place of the excitement when the next trip is due.
The wishlist now extends to wanting seats up front! Only now it is not simply a list of wishes; it is a fantasy in the process of being transformed into a reality. I do not have an exact timeline for when this particular goal will be achieved, but I do know that all that separates me from it is time. My only real concern is to take the actions necessary to shorten that timeline.

Could life be any better