I had never thought of flying as something I’d love to do.

I’m afraid of big huge planes and I learned a while back i’m better at flying on my own than with anyone. The slightest drop on a flight fills my stomach with knots.

That was until I climb into a tiny 4 seater plane, that was so light 3 lads just strolled out with it on a leash.

We decide to nip over to the Isle of Wight (as you do). So into the plane and I am graciously offered the front seat because I haven’t done this before.

The view is incredible from a height of about 7000 feet. You can see people by their pools and I can make out my new house.

But nothing could have prepared me for the pilot asking: “Do you want a go?”

There was about a third of a second of thinking before I yelled of course I do.

I was now flying a plane.

The pilot is so confident of my abilities (at least one of us was) he leans out to take pictures as I hold on to the power of life and death over all of us. Because that’s what it is.

I can see how people get hooked.