For many years, I would think wistfully about how much I would like to experience the airport ordeal. For I was for several decades paralysed by fear of flying.
It’s hard adequately to describe the devastating, overwhelming symptoms of this fear. It’s a conflation of claustrophobia, vertigo and agoraphobia in one triple whammy of hyperventilating, heart-fluttering, cold-sweating terror. Today, though, I am a frequent, and relatively tranquil, flier. So how did I crack it?
My column in The Times of London (£)