After a short break to see friends and family, all to quickly it seems I’m traveling again. While the bike was at sea I went home for a fantastic few weeks. It was so good to see everyone.
As I sat on the long haul flight with Air China, I finished a book my dad gave me. This came from a friend Pat and it’s now being recycled via Beijing airport. It was the memoirs of a national service pilot in the 1950s.
It was an interesting read for me especially, as all I ever wanted to do was fly for the air force. Of particular note however was the opening passage: