h the silence in the cockpit when the bleeping ceased, as the battery died, and the instrument that once showed where I was, and how far I had to go and in what direction, cut to black. I still had a compass, analogue speed, depth, or rather height, and a 150,000 chart. All now was quiet save for the rushing of the wind and a gentle creaking sound. The distracting dials and warning tone gone, a peace
