The Digital Journalist
Lewis Whyld (No affiliation)
On Nov. 26, 2003, crowds of spectators watch the Concorde pass over the Clifton suspension bridge in Bristol, England, on its final flight - briefly uniting engineering triumphs of the 19th and 20th centuries. Standing on the skid of a helicopter at 3,000 feet, with my legs and hands numb from the cold, I suddenly saw the Concorde on the horizon, heading towards me at 300mph.