Slinky-Spring in The Sky

I wanted to remember why I hate flying but somehow it's OK. On the way back into Stansted from Pisa, we were held up in a queue circling above North London for what seemed like 20 minutes.

What made it all seem worth losing your life over was that I could see about 5 other planes in the queue, above and below us. They were following the same circular route, decending in a cork-screw pattern cleary visable by the light grey aeroplane fuel trails against a dark of the night. It was like we were all travelling down the coil of a giant slinky-spring in the sky.