Fly casual

A happy selfie - scruffy, maybe but absolutely delighted.

In an Auster.

Over Woodbridge.

Feeling rather like an Irish Airman, (though one NOT Forseeing His Own Death):

A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.

Gosh it was glorious