I knew the final Concorde flight was happening today. I knew the planes would be reaching Heathrow this afternoon around 4pm. I had intended to stand out back on the off chance of catching a glimpse. But I was working…
Tiptapping away on my keyboard at about 4.05pm and a thunderous noise started rolling in and I jumped over to the window and there was the Concorde, casually cruising through the London skies.
I remember standing in my backyard in Sydney probably 10 or 15 years ago, my mother hanging out the washing, me kicking about on the little patch of grass and causing havoc when I looked up at the noise coming from the sky and my mother said “That’s a Concorde.”
Gorgeous.