I spy with my red eye.

An explosion of noise from the engine, buzzers going off and instructions from Red 1 for the next manoeuvre, coming over the radio.

Huge banks of lights and switches, all to be used in the correct sequence.

A haze of blue, green and brown like a kaleidoscope, flashing before my eyes with every twist and turn.

The life of a Red Arrows pilot is all this and more.