WINDSOR CASTLE & HEATHROW AIRCRAFT JULY 2024

 

The air crackled with a different kind of royalty today. Yes, Windsor Castle loomed ahead, a majestic testament to centuries of history, but for me, the real drama was unfolding overhead. Every few minutes, a steel bird would fly across the sky, its belly gleaming in the sun. My wife, ever the diplomat, nudged me with a smile, "Enjoying the airshow, are we?"

My two daughters, bless their curious hearts, caught on first. "Daddy's plane-spotting again!" they chorused, smiling. They knew this dance – the tug-of-war between history buff and aviation enthusiast raging within me. Today, however, they were my willing accomplices.

As we explored the opulent State Apartments, each room dripping with grandeur, my ears perked up at the faint hum of distant engines. With a theatrical whisper, I'd announce, "Looks like a Boeing 777, heading for America!" My wife, feigning exasperation, would roll her eyes. My two daughters fully understood this is just dad at his best.

Later, amidst the many paths and walkways, I whipped out my phone the moment a sleek Air Canada jet roared overhead. "There she goes! An Boeing 787 Dreamliner, beauty on a mission to Canada!" My wife, pretending to be engrossed in a guidebook, couldn't help but steal a glance at the disappearing speck in the sky. The girls, meanwhile, were full-fledged co-pilots, narrating the plane's imaginary ascent, their voices rising with each imaginary altitude gain.

By the end of the day, Windsor Castle had woven its magic, its stories whispering through the ages.

 But etched alongside those memories were the fleeting glimpses of those airborne giants, each one a promise of adventure, of faraway lands, and the boundless human spirit that dared to take flight.

As we walked back to the car, my wife nudged me again, this time with a playful wink. "So, which one was your favourite, love – the Kings castle or the one with wings overhead?"

It was a truly remarkable day at Windsor Castle! A delightful mixture of the past and present unfolded before our very eyes. One can't help but wonder what Henry VIII, who rests eternally within St. George's Chapel alongside his beloved Jane Seymour, would make of the modern marvel streaking across the sky.

Windsor Castle truly serves as a magnificent final resting place for so many of England's monarchs. I imagine even the ever-stoic Queen Elizabeth II might raise an eyebrow and remark with a hint of amusement, "These flypasts seem to be a rather frequent occurrence these days, wouldn't you say?"

As we left the castle grounds, the rumble of another jet vibrated in the distance. I pointed my my camera skyward with practiced ease, a familiar comfort in my hands. For nearly six decades, the click of the shutter has been the soundtrack to my life, capturing fleeting moments and sparking a lifelong love affair with the world.

This day, however, held a special resonance. Blending the rich tapestry of history with the modern marvels soaring overhead, it solidified my dual passions. Perhaps Henry VIII never dreamt of metal birds gracing the skies above his final resting place, and Queen Elizabeth's stoicism might be tested by the constant hum of engines. But for me, it was a beautiful symphony – a timeless melody of the past intertwined with the ever-evolving song of human ingenuity.

And who knows, maybe one of those captured planes, frozen in a digital frame, might just carry a spark of inspiration for a future generation, much like that British Caledonian One Eleven landing at Gatwick all those years ago ignited a fire in my own heart. So, with a final satisfied click, I put my camera away, already planning our next adventure – a delightful blend of history, photography, and of course, the irresistible allure of the skies.

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Cheerio for now, as it should never be goodbye

Malcolm