Monday, 4 March 2013

First Flight

Following in his dad's footsteps, Michael takes to the skies.
His Dad (Stuart) is a 747 pilot, (as well as DC8, KingAir, Citation, Float Planes, Bush Planes...etc)
His Great -Grandfather was an Irish aviator in the Great War.

The Aviator

MK Airlines


Michael, Pilot of the future.

Waiting in the Pilot Lounge, a bit like Biggles but modern day...

Pre-flight checks
On the Taxiway... 

It was an epic moment, when the plane's wheels left the ground.  

Up and Away
This must be the most famous flying poem, it expresses perfectly what flight is to those who love it.... 

 Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of—wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air....

Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark nor ever eagle flew—
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
high flight - john gillespie magee - 1941

Home Safe
 Always remember Michael... 
There are old pilots, 
and there are bold pilots, 
but here are no old-bold pilots!

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