Flying seemed like a good post for the letter F. It’s a theme that goes through a lot of my work, since I’ve been interested in it since I was very small, largely because my father worked for Imperial Airways
Nimrod reveals her secret
I am sitting in a courtyard near the high point of Castle Buckmore, surrounded by noise. The flowers and herbs around me are buzzing with bees delighted at the bounteous nectar and, in the still air and the semi-enclosed space,
Fred talks about castles, Galileo and George
Fred sits casually at one side of the sofa, watching me carefully, occasionally chewing on something as if he’s concentrating very hard. Is this what he does when he’s Thinking, I wonder? “I’ve never been interviewed before,” he explains. “Thank
Flying
I’m sure I introduced a plane into the third story just for the fun of it, because a blue biplane flies over our house most days in the spring and summer. When he was out in the garden George always