FLYING HIGH

Cotton wool clouds

Sun glinting on wing

What freedom I feel

As I fly over the land

Lying far, far below

A patchwork quilt

of field and woodland

river and shore

What freedom I feel

As I soar, soar, soar.

(Judith Ann Pounder 2001)

Join me now on my journeys in the skies over the East Midlands.

Fasten your seat belts, click on the little plane below and

your journey will begin.