Back in the Air (After over fifty years)
Once, during a childhood holiday, an airplane landed in a field behind whatever seaside resort my parents had chosen for that year. As soon as the inevitable crowd had collected, a tout started to sell five-shilling tickets for a short air trip. . . As so often happens if I recall any childhood experience, I remember trying to feel the appropriate emotion. . . I did not succeed.
More than fifty years were to pass before I again traveled by air. . .
During my first week in Edinburgh, I was summoned back to London by Thames Television so that I might appear on a program with Mr. Hurt and Mrs. Whitehouse. The umpire was Mr. Cavett. After the show, when we were in the drinking room, he said that, if I ever went to the States, he would invite me on to his own program. Such a possibility seemed very remote then.
This journey was a little more exciting. Flying machines, I discovered, had become heavier and, when they leave the ground, it is possible by an effort of identification, to share with them their struggle to gain altitude. I found air travel to be a mode of transport I enjoyed .
More than fifty years were to pass before I again traveled by air. . .
During my first week in Edinburgh, I was summoned back to London by Thames Television so that I might appear on a program with Mr. Hurt and Mrs. Whitehouse. The umpire was Mr. Cavett. After the show, when we were in the drinking room, he said that, if I ever went to the States, he would invite me on to his own program. Such a possibility seemed very remote then.
This journey was a little more exciting. Flying machines, I discovered, had become heavier and, when they leave the ground, it is possible by an effort of identification, to share with them their struggle to gain altitude. I found air travel to be a mode of transport I enjoyed .