This is a video of me recorded by my (very scared) boyfriend, flying a real live aeroplane! A few years ago I decided to try and get my private pilot’s license but only got as far as ten hours before realising I much preferred drinking wine at the weekends with my friends instead (fickle, moi?) But I still like to have a go when I get the chance and last weekend me, my dad (who is a proper pilot) and the Other Half had a nice little jaunt up to the Isle of Mull in Scotland. Amazingly I almost look like I know what I’m doing, but why did no-one tell me my hair looked so scruffy from the back? Lucky I didn’t see that Rafe Wolfe up there though, I might have tried to take him out…