I Have a Dream.

My house appears to be right underneath the north western corridor to one of East Midland Airport’s main approaches. EMA is only about thirty miles away, and every evening when I sit in my garden I get a succession of low flying, inbound planes. I also seem to be underneath a number of other flight paths to further destinations because I get a lot of high altitude planes flying over, too – black dots with big vapour trails.

I watch them and wonder how different life must seem at that moment for the people on those planes – people travelling at several hundred knots in company with others, people going somewhere – while I sit alone in a quiet little corner of rural England. It’s as though we live in different versions of reality, which I suppose we do.

I want a bit of their reality. I want to go somewhere – on a plane! I want to go to places that might or might not be interesting, but which contain interesting people, people I want to meet.

There are two good reasons why I can’t do it at the moment, but one day...