Hi Ned, thanks for the generous offer.
My most memorable moment would have to be the first time I held a vaguely steady hover. After hours of poor old John going through the old "you have, WHOA!!! I have.... you have, WHOA!!! I have...." one day it suddenly clicked. I don't recall a steady progression from unstable to stable(ish), I just feel that one flight I was endangering anyone around the perimeter of Redhill, the next I was holding pretty much over the required spot, at around the height and sort-of pointed in the direction John had requested. It felt so good (and, tbh, I still think it is one of the coolest feelings, just hovering).