As a child, I called aeroplanes ‘anywheres’.
Sometimes, especially on long-haul flights, you can find yourself above one type of cloud
and below another.
The first time I experienced this, I asked my father if we were in Heaven. I was five years old.
My father turned to the man sitting beside him and said “I think I have some explaining to do”.
Three days later he sat my sister and I down and delivered a lecture on quantum physics.
The first sentence of this was “Space is infinite and very, very cold”.
All ideas about Jesus and his father that I had, vanished.
This is one of my father’s biggest regrets.
The man on the aeroplane I later learned, was Robert Oppenheimer.
Born: St Asaph
Education: Chelsea School of Art BA
Royal College of Art MA
Picker Fellow (painting)
Jonathan C. M. McLeod lives and works in London and the north-west Scottish Highlands
|courtesy Carter & Gallagher