On our wedding day in 1958, we went from the celebratory meal at Angela's Aunt and Uncle's at Hounslow, to our honeymoon destination (Windsor) by ordinary "Green Line" bus. We had no car and could not afford a taxi. But the bus was so crowded we had no choice but to sit apart.
Now here we are fifty years later in our chartered helicopter... and still sitting apart. But this time by choice.

All four of us had headphones and microphones. The microphones were voice activated so you just had to speak and the others could hear you. We also heard the pilot talking to the Air Traffic Control at Aldergrove International Airport. He was alerting them to our location and destination.