This was cool, seriously cool… job’s like this one don’t come along everyday, so, I popped on my aviators and made my way to…. Battersea Heliport.
 

 
The job was commissioned by The Financial Times Wealth magazine, who asked me to photograph a review of an Augusta helicopter being flown between London and Paris. I’d never flown in a chopper before, but being an 80’s child visions of Airwolf induced hysteria on my part as it would any lad in his late 20’s.
 
We met our pilot, Charles, your typical ex-RAF, public school type, at the heliport and took two Augusta’s direct to Paris to allow me and a video crew to do air to air shots. It’s amazing that they gave us the opportunity to it but normally (apparently) air-to-air photography is done without the window on. That wasn’t the case in this bad boy though; the glass was about an inch thick which made hard work but secretly I was quite pleased it was there.
 

 
As we flew over Dover my stomach took a turn for the worse; and when Charles noticed he directed me to the brown bag in front of me. Don’t worry dear reader… I soldiered on and even managed to recover my appetite for lunch on the Champs-Élysées.
 
Back in the helicopter and my steak and chips didn’t seem like such a great idea and was compounded by the fact that everybody else was fine. Personally, I think it had something to do with being bounced up and down with a 300mm lens glued to my face, but to rest of them this was an excuse.
 
Darting back into London, the sky was clear and a beautiful sunset gave me easily my best pictures, safe in the knowledge I’d got it taped I focused on keeping my only souvenir… the lunch.
 

 
Guess I’m not ready for Airwolf just yet.