Bon voyage Hâfi Martinsdóttir. 48 hr catch up in London then off to wrestle Cessna 152s around the skies of British Columbia. And come back with a bloody licence at last.
Well, inside the house it was quiet enough, but outside our back door there was a wildfire raging. Still is 5 days later.
Last chance to get out and about in the moody and mischievous skies of Montgomeryshire and the Cambrian coast with Hâfi Martinsdottir.
We had exclusive access to all areas with 2 dslr cameras for this year’s air show. Rain was promised and delivered. This is what we made:
We sent a DJI Phantom 3 up to have a look at the roof. Just because we could.
My luck was in. A flying instructor friend had a few hours instructing to burn off in order to complete an instructors’ revalidation. So he offered to right hand seat me flying to Blackpool as P.U.T. Pilot Under Training – and all I had to pay was the landing fee. Had to give up dinner at mother-in-law’s but then sometimes you have to do these things.
To Aberdyfi with Hâf today – 20 knot headwind in an aerial 2CV. However, the return flight, via a 180 deg about, turned us into a Lamborghini. Well, a Vauxhall Corsa anyway. And there’s Keri waving my windsock from in front of our house.