Beaune at Bedtime

It's been a long day, it took a long while for the rain to clear, it was a long time to get packed up and and was a long flight across the north of France to Beaune. Across the battlefields we are reminded of the past peppered with cemetery and graveyards, flags and monuments, the freedom to fly is not free.

I don't think that I have ever felt this way at the end of a days flying, I feel flat! I feel like I would have rather spent the day with the people I love, perhaps the balance is changing.