The white and blue single-engine Cessna bounced and bobbed its way to the end of the grass runway where it swung tightly around in an arc before coming to a stop. From the glass-fronted restaurant where diners could enjoy a home-cooked style meal whilst watching the eclectic mix of light aircraft come and go, Tara heard the pilot throttle up, the monotone drone of the engine building to a crescendo that sounded like a thousand angry hornets erupting from a disturbed nest. Transfixed as she always had been by the miracle of flight, she watched as the pilot released the brake and sent the small aircraft speeding back along the grass almost looking haphazard as it progressed to a velocity where physics would take over and lift it skyward. As it drew level with the spot where she and Mike were
