Today at noon, I found myself at White Waltham Airfield in Berkshire, preparing for take-off during an introductory flying lesson. Once in the skies, we passed over wide fields, busy road networks, and the ribboning Thames below. Still persists the childlike wonder of seeing from above the places one thinks one knows so well.
Trying to get well-framed shots was much harder than I’d been expecting. Leaning right up against the window, I did my best to anticipate what we were about to pass, focus up, and get a second’s worth of video before we flew by.
After waking for the last time in Germany’s capital city, we all washed and dressed, and then proceeded to unpack everything we’d packed last night in a bid to save time this morning, and...