Mounting the basketWe're flying

At 3000 ft

We burn steadily and climb to 3000ft. Now it really feels as though we are soaring with the eagles, and we see some red kites circling beneath us. At this height, the land seems to flatten out beneath us, and the world turns into a model village of houses, cars, and roads. We pass over the avenue leading up to an old country house.

Drop down to 2000 ft