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Blue sky thinking

Boo hiss, it looks to be all over for now (with apologies to Jay who was due to fly to Vancouver tonight).

I've thoroughly enjoyed the past five days: the wide blue sky arching from horizon to horizon uninterrupted by jet contrails. The morning chorus seems louder, the day seems more peaceful.

The aeroplanes fly high enough here that they don't interrupt conversations, but being within a dozen miles of Heathrow they're a permanent presence in the sky.

How about we do this every month? The aviation industry could rest one week in five. We'd breathe again. We'd remember how much produce we ship in from overseas, how we've lost the art of journeying in favour of departure lounge servitude.

Until that happens I'll think about a place where no planes fly.
("Between the click of the light and the start of the dream.")