The pilot was in contact with Luton air traffic control which limited us to under 3,00 feat. I was surprised to learn that flying altitude is the one thing still in imperial measurement worldwide. The feet have it.
It was perfect weather and the evening sun, 6 pm, showed our shadow.
The A1 towards London.
One alternates between total silence and the sudden whoosh from the burners, four large propane cylinders. 16 passengers, two crew.
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