Flight into Fear

A dynamic race with death high above the frozen North Atlantic. At eight hundred feet the Atlantic waves looked huge; they also looked terrifyingly near, rearing up hungrily as though to lick at our feet, and still there was no sign from the engines that fuel was being burned. I switched on the radio. ‘Mayday, Mayday. Golf Alpha Lima Zulu, ditching in the North Atlantic approximately seventy miles south of Cape Farewell. Mayday, Mayday…’ The surging Atlantic was only five hundred feet below us n