Window-seat
There I lay fat, dumb & happy by my pool-side in Southern Turkey, cameras ready, waiting for the total eclipse of the sun. As I gazed skywards, pondering serious issues like 'should I put on a T-shirt 'cos it will probably get cooler in a moment', I observed several con-trails above. Two were heading Westwards and I wondered if the crews were aware that they were imminently about to be plummeted into darkness. I wondered if the Captains had PA'd pax about the forthcoming event and arranged with ATC to throw a couple of 180's in each direction (or maybe a barrel roll) so that said pax could all get a shufty at the corona through their windies.
No such luck, but as one of the trails changed from white to silver and then a reddish hue before disappearing in the 'night sky' I thought I saw a 'thinks bubble' emerge from the cockpit. Or perhaps it was just one of those little 'coughs' you sometimes see in con-trails for no apparent reason.
Thats the kind of c**p musing retired old aerobatic farts like me get up to when they've nothing better to do.
Cheers Dears,
RTS