Flying

Ah a day in the air, what joy bumping around whilst trying manfully to entertain breakfast as the 7am flight to Edinburgh shot as a guided missile above the clouds.

Left in a cloud of rain and manful disdain for the precipitation by lack of coat, brolly and not a care that I may spoil my best wool suit. To traverse the skies over the west coast of England and the Lake District and see the fantastic snow covered peaks of the cloud formations from above.

Not quite sure a dive into the seemingly endless cotton wool would be anything other than a mirage, and a rather sticky end though.

Fantastic views of Edinburgh as you approach the airport from down river, the royal yacht Britannia and a couple of rather close sailing vessels, also looks like someone has been putting Graffiti on the forth rail bridge again as it is covered in what can only be painting paraphernalia.

Arrived and returned to bright sunshine, yes that's right the golden glowing thing that makes an appearance on occasion. Not the continued collection of golden orbs being collected by Britain's fantastic Paralympics team.

Can someone of obviously higher intellect than myself explain, why there is no terrestrial coverage of any of our major sporting events anymore, Cricket, Football, Rugby League, paralympics etc, why do we continue to forgo the national interest in the chase for the mighty Euro.

Apologies for the rant must be because I'm knackered now due to trying to burn the candle at both ends which at my age I should know I couldn't do at 18 successfully never mind the age most sensible sportsmen have retired, excepting madmen like Lance Armstrong!