Francis Meyrick

Moggy's Musings Francis Meyrick

Francis 'Moggy' Meyrick has spent a lifetime flying helicopters all over the world. He has interacted with many fascinating cultures, and delighted in the beauty of Mother Nature. In this book, you can walk a mile in Moggy's shoes. Wandering and wondering, starry nights, sunlit skies and holding hands, mild confusion and quiet compassion for Man and Nature, based on long hours flying in a glass bubble over endless vistas. You can share the comforting, constant, reliable, passing of blades overhead, the continuous, steady, mellow drumming, as we surrender to thoughts of All Our Mother. And, at night, lie gazing up at the stars of the Milky Way. In the first of these short stories, Moggy invites us to join him for a ride on his motorcycle. Where to? "I have no idea. I shall probably just point her nose into the rising sun. And go like hell." He describes the beauty of nature, from mountains to rocky shorelines, from birds around islands in the North of Scotland to fishes seen hundreds of feet below a fishing boat in mid-ocean. As a long-time helicopter pilot, he shares his joy in the views from his 'office in the sky' - and his sadness at losing so many of his fellow 'helicopter jockeys', his 'brothers'. He describes his introduction to 'the Whacky Races''(driving in America), and mischievously suggests that Tuareg ladies would make wonderful helicopter pilots. Not to mention the major impact their leadership style might have on corporate America. Moggy' spiritual confusions and confuddled experiences are recounted with a gentle humour. Often in what he calls 'doggerel verse': "A small man, rhyming, puzzling long Composing, two fingered, his feeble song..."