Found this gem on Mike Feeney's New Zealand website. I could not reproduce the Tiger Moth photo though but it was a three point landing in a green field.
From Mike Feeney. Rex is a highly experienced New Zealand flight instructor whom I have known from the early days of his flying career. He is a strong advocate for good old-fashioned Airmanship and is certain that new pilots should become competent at traditional "stick and rudder" skills; both in the air and on the ground. Hear...hear Rex!
"Ah, what memories the photograph recalls. The erratic rumble of the ancient Gipsy Major clattering away at a slow idle; that anticipation of the coming flight. Climbing into the open cockpit and pulling the straps over one's shoulders, fishing for the broad lap-straps and fitting them over the pin of the Sutton harness and pushing home the vital retaining pin. Waving the chocks away then a short burst of power to get moving then full rudder, another burst of power with the assistant holding a wing-tip and pointing the Tiger to the end of the runway.
Taxiing slowly, moving head from side to side to see around the long nose. The engine checks were done while still chocked so it is a few simple checks such as elevator trim, fuel selector cock full forward, flight controls through their full range; then line-up, look around for other aircraft, close the side hatch and slowly open the throttle. A dab of left rudder to prevent the swing, stick central and the tail rises of its own accord. The ride across even the bumpiest grass is the ride of a Rolls-Royce. A brief take-off run and the Tiger is airborne; eager to fly.
The Gipsy Major is now sounding smooth and sweet at full throttle. Power back to 2,100 rpm, airspeed 70 mph and a long climb looking all around for other aircraft. The visibility is not the greatest with all the wings, struts and wires.
Leveling out at a safe aerobatic altitude, engine back to 1,900 rpm. Then loops, rolls, stall-turns, inverted flight, hanging in the harness, and a spin. If the aerobatics were executed ineptly, maybe the engine quits and the propeller jerks to a stop. No electric starter motor here! So it's nose down steeply, the bracing wires singing in the airflow as the airspeed approaches 140 mph; the prop. still stationary but trying to flick over the cylinder compression until, suddenly, it keeps turning and with a throaty bellow, power is restored and thoughts of locating a paddock for a forced landing vanish into the wind.
Back to the 'field, power back to idle when downwind, a glide approach all the way with the engine popping continually. Descent profile controlled by judicious sideslipping until crossing the fence, straightening out at the last second to level off just inches above the grass. Leaning out the side to see the ground ahead as the nose comes up. Holding off... holding off... until the moment when the stick is quickly pulled hard back, the aircraft stalls and drops gently onto its wheels and tail-skid...a classic 'three-pointer'. We can all remember our instructor's words as he talked us through the landing sequence. Back, back, back....RIGHT BACK! Roll to a walking pace, no wheel brakes, feet busy on the rudder pedals, a burst of power to turn off the runway and the slow taxi back to the starting point. The assistant chocks the wheels, each magneto is checked in turn for rough running or a dead-cut. Then both switches to Off, throttle wide and the dear old Gipsy clatters to a halt. Other than the 'tinkling' sound of the cooling cylinders; silence!
The engine has done its job again, the flight is over but one's feeling of satisfaction and contented smile will linger for quite some time. Thanks for the memories, Sir Geoffrey de Havilland."