But a part of me lies buried in lace and roses on a riverbank in France-a part of me is broken off forever. A part of me will be unflyable, stuck in the climb.

One moment flying in green sunlight, then the sky suddenly grey and dark.

Maddie took the top of her egg off. The hot bright yolk was like summer sun breaking through cloud. The first daffodil in the snow. A gold sovereign wrapped in a white silk handkerchief. She dipped her spoon in it and licked it.

We are a sensational team.

Southampton's barrage balloons floated gleaming in the moonlight like the ghosts of elephants and hippos.

But people need lift, too. People don't get moving, they don't soar, they don't achieve great heights, without someone buoying them up.

There’s glory and honour in being chosen. But not much room for free will