1 July 2019
By Simon Angelo
When I was in the Channel Islands a friend asked me to go flying with him. In his 1973 Piper Cherokee. Of course, my 10-year old son wanted to come too.
I love small planes and getting up in the air. But this trip filled me with some nerves. My friend had once come close to putting down in a field when it got foggy and he couldn’t see the runway. And he was working through some medical issues, which at times, stopped him from flying.
But if you want to live and see the island from above you must take a few small risks. And so, on a blustery day we set off.
The life raft in the back was a little unsettling. In case we had to land on water. And a few moments after lifting from the runway, you’re straight out above the English Channel. Bumping in the wind. Dropping and rising with your stomach.
Then there’s air traffic control. Jersey is a busy air space. Private jets. The big Airbus’ constantly coming and going to the UK and across Europe for EasyJet, British Airways, and a host of others.
We were under strict instructions to keep below 1,000 feet. EasyJet was coming in from Gatwick.