There is something about flying that just gets me. It’s that call to adventure that hits me in the gut and turns everything on like a thousand watt lightbulbs, if they existed.
What I need is my own jet, I know I’ve said this often, but that kind of uncharted freedom is exactly my desire.
This photo captured a bit of that magic for me, taken as we boarded in Inverness. We were on our way home to London from the Scottish Highlands and the wing tipped gold of the sun somehow says it all.