And as I,
in my metal tube,
Hurtled through the stratosphere
A scientific marvel,
Did ancient ghosts glance up,
and ask themselves in wonder?
“Didst the Angel of the Lord pass by?”
“Or perchance the devil?”
But I alas will never know
For before their thoughts had finished
I was hurtling over France.
PHOTO: I took this photo from the deck of a ferry as we returned from Greenwich and the light had begun to fade. The plane flying high above the darkling spires of the Houses of Parliament was a stark contrast that caught my eye.