The Memory of her Voice

Benjamin had abandoned the ICARUS rig on a chair. Any thoughts of a second test flight had dissolved once the news had come in. So many beacons, in so many locations. Forces moving in on all sides. He tried to focus. The TRIACorder sat in ordered pieces on the desk …

The Wing Project

Back in February I spent a couple of hours one Sunday morning with Dad at Military and Automotive car boot sale.  While there was a beautiful wood and brass 1950s pigeon racing clock that I was sorely tempted by, I stuck to bargains, picking up some old car dials and …