Like many people, I find plane travel a necessary but uncomfortable experience. I’ve no fear of flying but being crammed in and cramped up inside a narrow cabin following hours of hanging around at airports is not my idea of heavenly bliss.

One of the few compensations is being able, assuming one has a window seat with a view not obstructed by a wing, to gaze out at the vast space above the clouds. Here the imagination can run wild as the formations of cloud become mountain ranges, volcanic eruptions or beds of cotton wool. Continue reading “Scott Mead – Above the Clouds” →