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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