Hearing her grandfather sigh, 12-year-old Laura was instantly concerned.
‘We can leave now, Grandad, if you’re tired,’ she said, slipping her hand into his.
Bernie smiled. ‘No, I’m fine, lovey. I’m actually feeling right at home here. I’ve always found it exciting, being around machines that can defy gravity and fly.’
Laura’s eyes shone. ‘Me too! Look, there’s even a Concorde. Isn’t it beautiful?’
‘Very impressive, if not quite my style,’ Bernie agreed.
‘What was your style, Grandad?’ Laura asked. She knew the answer from countless afternoons spent listening, enraptured, while Bernie reminisced about his days as a pilot. It was why she wanted to be a pilot herself one day. Still, she never tired of hearing his reply.
‘It was the Boeing 737, lass,’ Bernie said proudly. ‘Served the…