We often hear people bandying around words and phrases quite loosely, so much so that we tend to ignore what is being said but this last weekend I focused on one word and what it meant to me, Iconic. I realised that for me, things that are “iconic” simply means a thing, one single thing that symbolises and stands in for something greater such as a crucifix with Christ nailed to it encapsulates the whole Christian story.
But this past weekend I realised that there was an iconic symbol that I had been chasing for some time that was far bigger than just the thing it is, it represented something far more personal to me, it had echoes of my childhood, and that icon ? The Spitfire. Continue Reading →