Wow
Just read that it was a fellow PPruner
Shiver just went down my spine. Although I never met Trevor, we spent many a phone call discussing the Robben Island fly-in. It was his dream to land there, perhaps something can still be done in his memory, even if, for now, it is a low and slow flypast.
Condolences to family, friends and fellow Pprune buddies.
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds -- and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of -- wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence; hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew --
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
put out my hand and touched the face of God.