Yesterday, British Airways delivered me safely back to England, so in honour of the occasion I bring you my Recoleta Cemetery Flying Mary. Her stained glass window is always open, tilted forward, abetting the illusion that she is launching herself into flight.

She is one of my favourites, with her backcloth of pearly blue honeycomb, golden crown of stars and semi-sad gaze. Without even seeing the artist’s signature, she has all the hallmarks of a creation by master of stained glass A Estruch (have a look, too, at my May queen).

Merged with the reflected crosses of the cemetery’s streets, she has spirited herself into her surroundings. I like to think that when the gates close at 6pm of a night, she takes herself off for a quick spin.