As former GD/P turned blunt, one of my most memorable flights was also an hour in a Harvard, at Boscombe Down when I was on the Command Acounts (ducks for supersonic brickbats) Team in the late 80s. My wife still tells people that I got back to Brampton still wearing the silliest grin she had ever seen. Said I had it again on Saturday, after gliding at Fontenay-le-Comte.