At first I was baffled by my aunties enthusiasm for seeing an airplane vapour trail. She sounded like an excited child. Like me when I was younger. Either side of the vapour trail was a fabulous blue sky, I marvelled at its beauty. Something I’d fogotten. Hull has captured the clear blue skies of my childhood.
The skies around my home in Reading town are wrapped in the string of multiple vapour trails from international planes. Only Icelandic Volcano’s clear them.