At 1000 ft

We look over to our west and see the dreaming spires of Oxford coming into view, sun glinting on glass. At 1000ft we pick up a current of air that takes us southwards, and we drift over an ornamental lake full of fish in the middle of a beautifully tended golf course. We are low enough to see deer at the top end of the course.

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