…also known as Aviophobia or Aviatophobia. I’ll give you a clue:

It’s shortly before 6.30am and I am sitting in the departure lounge at Birmingham Airport feeling with extremely large, extremely fluttery butterflies in my tummy. I’m sure you’ve guessed: I hate flying; I detest it.

If you are wondering where I’m on my way to, take a look at yesterday’s post.

More to follow …



  1. Bon voyage! I’ve only ever flown three times (I mean there and back, so that would be six times, really!) and one in a tiny aircraft to Scilly, but I absolutely loved it. No fear whatsoever. My father was a regular serviceman in the RAF and flew for 12 out of his 15 years in the service and loved flying and that was before and during WW2, when aircraft wasn’t as modern and safe as it is today. But I absolutely loved every moment of my flights. I’m so sorry you don’t like flying.
    Margaret P


    • You’re a braver woman than I. My grandfather was in the RAF in WWI. Definitely not very safe! Actually the flight was not a bad one.


  2. Have lovely time – hope it all went well. I don’t much like flying either but can take it, as in I’m not too scared but feel it’s just something you have to go through. Funnily enough I prefer either very short flights (like to Amsterdam) or very long flights – it’s the in-between ones that get to me!!!!


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