High Flying Dreams

Local airports aren’t the typical go-to for a day out, but for me, they have an unassuming charm that’s often overlooked. Unlike the sprawling international airports, these local airfields hold a special place in my heart.

They’re a reminder of carefree weekends spent soaring the skies in a glider, with nothing but the sound of wind against the wings and a sense of absolute freedom.

Navy Days and Glider Ways

Back in my Navy days, airfields were like a second home, courtesy of Doug, my pilot buddy. Together, we’d turn the runway into a launchpad for escapades that sent us gliding through the heavens. Those flying hours racked up, teaching me the thrill of piloting a plane, hands firmly gripping the controls, charting courses where only birds dared.

The Gift of Flight

When the Navy chapter closed, my dad confessed his envy of my high-flying weekends. That revelation led to a birthday gift to see him taking the pilot’s seat, albeit with a watchful instructor. I’d hang about in the viewing area and watch his small plane taxi and take off, shrinking to a speck against the skies over Aberdeen.

The Comedy of Giant Birds

Being so close to Aberdeen’s International Airport, I was kept entertained by the undeniable comedy of witnessing commercial airliners lumber into the air. Seriously, they’re like ridiculously ungainly birds that somehow, through some miracle of physics, manage to lift off the ground. ? ?

A Haven of Tranquility

Airports are often a blur of faces and suitcases, but local airfields are a different breed. The frenzied buzz of international terminals gives way to a serene ambience where time seems to saunter. There’s a café where the coffee is as warm as the welcome, and the viewing area is a front-row seat to dreams taking flight—something I’ve vowed to experience outside of my memories.

A Visit Pending

Yet, our local airfield remains on my to-visit list. It’s funny how writing can nudge us towards forgotten plans. I’m now set on visiting this nearby gem to capture the essence of Amy and Kelvin‘s book.

Come spring, I’ll pedal over with Jez. We’ll sip coffee and savour cake in the cafe and watch the aircraft land and take off, much like the days spent with my dad.


Have you visited wee airports or airfields? Did you like it as much as I do? Let me know in the comments.

Till next time, stay awesome and keep looking skyward!

Susan x


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8 responses to “High Flying Dreams

  1. Kevin Avatar

    Spent many an hour in many different kind of airports over the years and find larger and smaller ones both very fascinating. The exhilaration of the constant coming and going at larger ones, and the quaint, down to earth charm of the smaller ones each have their own perks.
    Great observations, Susan!

    1. Susan T. Braithwaite Avatar

      Thanks, Kevin! Give me laidback charm any day of the week ?

      1. Kevin Avatar

        Nothing wrong with that at all. I totally hear you! Lord knows we can all use the decompression at times.

  2. Wiwohka Avatar

    you, my friend, are a gifted writer… I was fully drawn into your world, as you described things. Thank you so very much for the read

  3. Chris Hall Avatar

    Back in the day, our little house was very close to Liverpool Airport (later John Lennon Airport). We were very lucky to see Concorde on 9 April 1988 several times. It was Derby Day in Aintree Racecourse. That was pretty important.
    Rather later, I worked in Preston with Lancashire County Council on the third level. We would see Warton BAE not far away. We saw lots of brilliant planes – Hercules, Harriers and others.
    Enjoy the day, Susan!

    1. Susan T. Braithwaite Avatar

      Oh, wow, Chris! That sounds fascinating, seeing all those planes. I’m terrible at ID’ing them; I know the ones that were at our base… but other than that, I’m lost.

  4. matthewjrichardson Avatar

    I can empathise with this, Susan. I always prefer Prestwick to Glasgow – it feels so much more low-key and provincial.

    1. Susan T. Braithwaite Avatar

      I’ve not had the pleasure of going into Prestwick yet. Hopefully, a wee trip will start from there someday soon–wishful thinking on a wee trip!

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