Actually, it is always a miracle for me, because I’m absolutely terrified of flying. I know all the physics of ‘lift’ generated by air moving at different speeds over the upper and lower surface of an aircraft wing. However, this knowledge does not appear to have any impact on the general panic I feel, the moment I step inside a plane. I’m also scared of heights, so the combination is lethal. I think this must be a function of getting older and over thinking things! The answer? Only fly on British Airways and take half a ton of diazepam.
This time, things were different. A very smooth flight (thank you, Captain) and a great mini-video from BA about fear of flying and voila, diazepam dose reduced. Oh, and I did manage to get my head out from under my coat for a minute to take a few pictures out of the window. Look the wings are there and everything!
… And relax. Time to holiday.