How I conquered my fear of flying

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 (£)

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