I recently had the opportunity to go to California for a couple of weeks, and for various reasons, the best flight for me going over there left from Birmingham, UK at 6.25am. Which meant I had to be at the airport for 3.25am, the airport being about 80 miles away from me, and the trains only ran until about 11pm before resuming at 5am. Thankfully a couple of very kind-hearted, thoughtful and generous friends decided my airport sleeping idea was a silly one and arranged a hotel room for me. Unfortunately, I was paranoid that I wouldn’t wake up in time for my flight. You can see where this is going.
So it was a very tired (I’d been up since 5am Tuesday, the flight was on the Wednesday) and nervously excited (I LOVE planes, flying, and adventures) poet who got on the dinky little Embraer 195 that morning. Being a small aircraft, and only an hour-long hop to Paris, there was no in-flight entertainment. I’d thought ahead and had my notebook in my hand luggage so I could doodle ideas and maybe come up with some rhymes.
So whilst travelling at 500 mph, about 5,000ft above the ground, having not yet had any tea (!), this happened. Enjoy, and let me know what you think.