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ozboater

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The cockpit was ready as I climbed into the 114 at the crack of dawn with a glistening dewy Mona airfield near the Lakes District.

I was off to spend the day sailing with the Swallows and Amazons.

Climbing out of Mona, the sun poked above the horizon.

The clouds lit up and the first fingers of sunlight shone on the sides of all the sleepy houses.

For a moment, I glanced back, and OH...   OOOOOOHHHH...

 

THIS is why I fly Orbx.

 

 

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