It was with some trepidation that I got out of bed this morning - grateful not to hear the heavy winds that yesterday forced our aborted landing into Sydney. Head of Entertainment frog marched me around the super smart suburb of Cremorne to take my mind off the impending flight, then we sat outside basking in the sunshine at one of those lovely deli cafes you only get chance to enjoy on holiday.

Well, if it was to be my “last breakfast” I had to make it a good one.

At 11 o clock there was no turning back; Captain Cockpit, H of E, myself and the wonderful Australian voice of cricket Jim Maxwell took to the skies in VHMJB - henceforth known as Juliet Bravo (getting the flying lingo in there: Ed) Sadly no legroom seats or in flight catering but, far from panicking, I LOVED it. Of course there were some bumps and jolts as we soared to 8500 feet - but mainly I was transfixed by the Blue Mountains, the gold mines and the lakes below us. An hour later we landed in Orange - somewhat more successfully than the pilot of this plane that greeted us on arrival!!

Orange is a typical country town; pretty with very friendly people who looked at me as though I was mad when I asked them If they ever travelled to Sydney. The lovely coffee shop was closing early because the owner told us she was catering for a big event in town. She certainly was: the opening dinner of the Angel Flight tour. Jonathan and Jim held the audience in rapt attention for over an hour. The country folk are incredibly welcoming, they clearly all love the voices of their two favourite cricket commentators, and for them actually to come to town. One couple admitted they were so looking forward to the evening they had mistakenly arrived a week early. To be fair they did refer to themselves as “cricket tragics!” Tomorrow we are back in the air again; this time we are heading north to Narrabri. Apparently its name also means “snake place”, so wish me luck.