As I rejoice at the fact that for a forth time in a row I don't have to share a seat with anyone else, I start to notice a burning/warm smell from the overhead blowers. It's nothing I am sure.
Well we're up in the clouds, well to be fair we are just below the clouds.
I can see Tatton Park and a checkerboard of golden fields, if farmers could see their fields from up here would they take a bit more care do you think? They look quite squiggly and scruffy.
We are now forty minutes into the flight, I think I need the loo, but I'll wait... This time I'll wait.
We left land behind and are now over the North Sea, there is a wind farm below with about a dozen turbines going like the clapper.
Just off the coast, I presume Hull five jets just flew underneath us, I've never paid this much attention to a flight before it is fascinating. I suppose I've never flown from Manchester before. When you fly from a London airport after about ten minutes you are over the sea and then is nothing much to look at. On this flight half of the journey has been over land, and not just any land, land I recognise.
- Kind Regards, C xx
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